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My brother moved out years ago, but I've been saving this little discourse for a rainy day. Since nothing funny or even mildly interesting has happened to me for a while, it's my brother's time to shine.

brother: I started sleeping on the floor, so all the garbage in my room has to go onto the bed. Now my bed is covered in garbage!

me: Why can't the garbage go into the garbage can?

brother: [long pause] [changes subject]