Asked my brother to borrow his car to pick up a friend (we'll call her Liz) from the airport, since I'm back home visiting and my car's in LA.
My brother comes along for the ride.
I glance down at the center console and see:
So many questions, like "I could have sworn Liz said you were bigger," and "Is that a needle?"
Without dignifying my first question with an answer, his response to the latter: "I needed something to poke holes in them with."
Things my brother's not thankful for: Irish curses.