New shoes, the fishing pole story

Based of a true story, partly why my brother hates me.

You know those new shoes you got for your birthday. The ones you begged mom for

and when you finally got them you pranced around everywhere bragging to everyone about how great those shoes where. They were the  black ones with green laces that you raced Jimmy, the fastest kid in your school and won. Well, If you have a fishing pole, I can get them for you. Happy birthday, here’s a fishing pole from your Favorite brother.