For real, that is literally me every night with my little brother. He's just standing there with his belly rolls hanging out of his shirt.

Blood is about to realize he's not going to make the playoffs. The Saints are very mad. By the way, it's also my socks in the room. I have about a thousand of them that are frozen, I'm not going to lie. Impressive.

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Jokes on you bitches, my dad left.

Right, I went downstairs, like, ages ago to watch Inbetweeners with my brother, right, and then I went back upstairs and then I was, like, dying because, like, I heard him, like, move. I was so scared. And then he was, like, snoring or whatever. And then my mum, then I was, like, I couldn't for another, like, five minutes because, you know, he's, like, awake. No, he's not awake, but he just snores.

This has got to be the truest thing, the realest thing that I've seen on this earth, like all day. That's- ooh! True that.

I wonder what it's like to have a dad.