While I was babysitting Michael
I had been in my room doing homework for a while and decided I'd better check on Michael and make sure he wasn't into anything he shouldn't be.
"Michael? Where are you buddy?" I called out.
"RIDE EM' COWBOY!" he responded.
"What? What are you doing out there?" I called getting closer to his voice.
"RIDE EM' COWBOY!" He called back.
"What's that sound bud?"
"RIDE EM' COWBOY!" He said once more.
As I rounded the corner, the living room came into sight. There was Michael in the center of it. He had a pair of toy story underwear on his head and was galloping around and around in circles.
"RIDE EM' COWBOY! RIDE EM' SON! WA-HOO!!!"
I'm about 85% sure my brother is mentally handicapped
Michael making his crazy face |
The End