Having a younger brother is absolute hell because one hour your minding your business and the next your singing the following verse with it stuck in your head:
Stay inside that kitchen
Better do my biddin
Couldn’t tell I’m the villain?
Oh, and I don’t like women
I don’t like women
I don’t like women
I don’t like women
I don’t like women
A weak woman, that’s the type I don’t like
A peak woman, that’s the type I don’t like













