I told a bad joke to my 12-year-old cousin — like, real bad, the kind of joke that makes people groan. But to my surprise, the little dude actually laughed. I was like, “Yo, maybe I am funny.”
So naturally, I held out my hand and said, “Give me a good high five.”
He just shook his head. Denied me. Straight up.
I asked him twice and thrice, but He was consistent. At this point, I took it personal 💀
So I did what any big cousin would do — I started a friendly bro brawl. Just some harmless wrestling, trying to annoy him into giving me that high five.
Mid-wrestle, my phone slipped out of my pocket and hit the floor. Before I could grab it, my cousin looked me dead in the eye, picked up his Crocs like Thor’s hammer, and smashed my screen with them.
Now my phone’s dead. Like, completely. Doesn’t turn on. Black screen of doom. All because I wanted a high five.
Lesson learned: never trust a 12-year-old with Crocs and a grudge
TL;DR:
Told my 12 y/o cousin a bad joke. He laughed. I asked for a high five, he refused. We wrestled. My phone fell. He smashed it with Crocs. My phone is now dead. RIP. 💀📱