[Archie Wrath]

Just today I told about twenty lies.
My sister bought this shirt and didn't want it so she offered it to my brother. He didn't want it, besides, it was too small. So I said I'd take it. As soon as he realised I wanted it he decided to keep it and put it in his room.
A few days later I took it out of his room and put it in my closet.
Today, a month later, he realises it's gone. He goes whining to our mother that I stole it. Of course, I deny it. Several times. My mother suggests that maybe he put it in the laundry and forgot. As soon as they are out of sight, I grab the shirt, run down, and shove it in the laundry basket, underneath a pile of my brother's clothes.
Later my mother, in a gross invasion of privacy AND while I'm not at home, looks in my closet. No shirt. When she goes to put the laundry in the machine, she finds the shirt and tells my brother to apologise, which he does, and I respond by telling him to F--K OFF.

The entire experience totally made my day. I've been laughing over it for hours. I don't see anything immoral about it, as my brother is mean-spirited, continually damaging those around him, besides being a racist homophobe. He's hardly even a person. And I enjoy it, I guess. I can't understand how it could be wrong when no one's hurt and I got a good laugh.