Brother (Y): This is my last shirt.

Me: And whose fault is that? I told you to wash your clothes...

Brother: You did?

Me: Yes... -_- What's stopping you?

Brother: I don't have a basket.

Me: You have arms.

Brother: *examines arms* I have a pimple.

Me: -_-

Brother: *walks off*

Me: Where are you going?

Brother: To pop my pimple.

Me: 0_0