The Classiest Night at Sunday Ball

My name's Matt. And this has been paint. My brother used to laugh in his sleep. You know I could bunk bed, but it's raised nothing underneath. But I had a small desk for my eight-year-old needs in the kind of admin department. They were worried I was going to like fall off the end of the bed and break my neck. So my dad lifted me down and just pissed all over him. Oh Knowing when to turn around. Like laughing hysterically. Running up and down. Dr Robin style.