Not me, but my brother

Not me, but my brother
My brother (being the athletic guy that he once was) used to go jogging every morning. This one weekend morning, he left as per usual while i sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast with the parents. All seemed normal until my brother came running thru the house only 10 minutes after leaving, passing thru the kitchen, on the way to the bathroom, all the while holding his ass. I thought nothing of this until my delicate nostrils were assaulted with this vile horrid stench of what i can only imagine dead cadavers smell like. To make this long story even longer, my dear brother proceeded to throw his shit covered shorts & undies out the ground-floor bathroom window, only to be first discovered by my dog, who was then caught by my mom eating up all my bro's crap. If he knew i posted this...he would kill me.