Let me tell you a story about my little brother.
One day (whilst we where on holidays) we decided that we would have a farting/burping competition. It was getting more intense by each fart and burp.
Before I knew it my little brother had sharted himself. Yes sharted. He pooped his pants whilst farting.
The room grew silent as he scurried off to the bathroom with a look on his face that I will never forget. He then (5 minutes later) returns to the living room with his soiled underwear crying saying he doesn’t know what to do.
I cleaned him up and we threw those undies out so mum, dad and our other brother wouldn’t find out. And so they wouldn’t make fun of him. I seriously had never seen him so embarrassed ever.
Ever since that day, he became my favourite person. My best friend. I can tell him anything and he can tell me anything.My favourite little sharting shithead. My little brother. My best friend.