I am a closing manager and I get called to the registers. Apparently, the harass ment stopped shortly after I made my diabolical debut.Ĭan’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 23Ĭan’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 22Ĭan’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 21Ĭan’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 20Ĭan’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 19 My brother’s team congratulated my brother and me on destroying the very souls of the opposing team. Then, the fact that my brother had a sister came into play, and I became part of the diabolical plan without even needing an explanation. The plan was initially to turn my brother loose to destroy them with the team as backup. Some group had bothered my brother’s team for a long time with trash talk, verbal and in-game harass ment, sexist comments calling into question gender identity and sex uality - the whole nine yards. His team was howling with laughter, and I found out that this evil plan was concocted by the lot of them. Screamed sex ism, new swear words, and creative (anatomically impossible) curses were learned that day. My brother was decimating his opponents, and they thought they were getting the crap kicked out of them by a little girl. The amount of salt, rage, tears, and frustrated screaming produced by a bunch of sexist teenage boys on the opposite side was wondrous to behold. ![]() Now, while I am older, I am of the same evil genetic stock as my brother, and I pitched my voice to sound even younger. Then, he got an evil look in his eyes and handed me his microphone headset. One day, he had me come in to sit with him as he played. He and his team enjoyed their games against other players. ![]() When I was younger, my little brother was very into a first-person shooter video game, and he was really good at it.
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