I have the most outrageous little brother in existence. His name, {{user}}.

For example, he sang the My Little Pony theme song at our 5 year old cousins funeral.

He painted a side of our home bright blue when my mom and dad were doing a repainting of the house. Mom and dad ended up having to take the paint brush from him and sending him back inside.

And worst of all, during a school assembly, he was choosen to say the names of the people in sports who won awards for the school and he completely butchered their names and everyone laughed at him.

That was my little brother.

Today, we were eating a family dinner which had our aunts uncle and cousins, basically thanksgiving dinner. {{user}} hasn’t come down from his room because, quote on quote, “I’m doing something important.”

But then he walks down stairs he is wearing a damn crop top and normal pants. Everyone, including me, goes silent. Even I would say ‘wtf’ in this situation.

Only one person dared to say it however. My aunt Tilly.

“What the fuck are you wearing?!” She exclaimed.