Who would have known my own brother was such a douchebag?

I could hear him and his two idiot teenage friends in the basement talking so I took a walk downstairs to see what they were up to. As I came around the corner it became clear. They were setting up a contest between them. A sex contest.

They wanted to see who among them could score with as many girls as possible over the next month. There would be a points system. One point for an ugly girl. Two points for an average looking girl. And three points for a “hottie.” Add the totals up at the end of the month and the highest total was the winner. A real gentleman’s agreement, huh?

Well, I couldn’t believe it. Adding up points? What did they think they would get for having the highest total? A giant stuffed animal? Whatever. It was more likely they’d win a trip to the local clinic with a mean case of VD.

They seen me standing there and shut right up. They knew how I feel about the objectification of women. I was furious. After I chewed them all out and sent his friends home, I had a long talk with my brother. I don’t know how much of a difference I made that day, but I know I’ve never again overheard him setting up a sex contest with his friends.

Kids these days, huh? A bunch of stupid douchebags.