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Word By; Giai Kame: Congrad-a-fuck-u-lations
"Hey Raph, guess what!" I squeled, running down the stairs with the piece of paper clucthed tightly in my hands
"Do I care?" Raph asked, trying for the third time that day to stack up the card deck into a model of his sigh.
"Of course you do, it has to do with your favorite brother." I reminded him smugly
Raph did not look up, or respond at all, so I took that as my cue to go on. "I entered that short story I wrote, and it won! Can you belive it, something I wrote is going to be published!"
"Well congrad-a-fuck-u-lations, did you want a meddal or somthin'?" Raph sneered
"I'm actually going to get a meddal, mister know it all. So there" and I stuck my tounge out at him to go back to my room
You know, my older brother actually came up with this one unintentionally. This is litearlly a conversation we had, and he said the exact same thing, and I never even told him this was one of my words. So, could have been more orignal, but way to good to pass up