i had the 88.

my brother’s first sapporo when they brought it out he couldn’t believe how big it was, he said it tasted like canadian.

my dad reading us seinfeld-like jokes, all rhetorical but of course i tried to answer them literally.

chopsticks virgin.

my dad called the waitress a liar (not to her face) cos she said that one order was small, so he ordered two and was like this is too much, i tried to tell him, oh well. oh yeah later on they were like where is the bread? hahahahah.

blurry, brother had this.

he wouldn’t give me a shrimp, well at first before tasting it he offered but then he got mental greedy once he tasted it. one even fell on the floor and after much convincing, he ate it too. aw.

cool story dad. my brother and dad’s thing is to make faces at me when i’m not looking and make eye-contact with each other and that signal means that i am an idiot, even when i’m just talking about something that isn’t funny or pretentious. i am the whipping boy and the burn is to compare me to a certain family member, call me by their name and it sends me into a rage.

mine.

i gave my brother a piece of salmon, i wolfed the rest.

the top left tasted like butter no i am not john favreau, dunno what they are though.