Rollerblading with my brother

So one day me and my brother Dalton went rollerblading. He is like, give me 10 minutes. So im like okay, so 40 passed by and im like, he is running around and whining about not finding his socks. 50 minutes passed, he is now running around looking for his shorts and earphones. Im just like, what next, you wanna borrow my lipstick because yours have gone missing? So an hour and 10 minutes later he tells me he is ready, he is sockless and is wearing moms shorts. He puts his rollerblades on and looks like a runaway retard, the shorts look like speedos on him. Im like, whatever works for you. When we are almost on our way, he notices that he looks like a gay-call, so he goes inside to and gets his sweatpants out of the drier. But instead of taking the rollerblades off, he tried to put on his pants with those things still on. Im laughing my ass off, he is falling and rolling on the ground trying stretch those pants over the rollerblades. It takes him like 10 minutes to realize its just not gonna work. By that time im in tears, laughing so hard! He finally gives up, takes his rollerblades off and puts the pants on. An hour and half later we are finally on our way. So we rollerblade to our parents office, so i tell mom that he is wearing his shorts under his pants. She goes, well that is wierd, last night he was wearing my shirt, today its my shorts, what next? Want to borrow my bra tomorrow for school? I asked him if he is planning to change his orientation any time soon. He got pissed. Dont get my wrong, i will be there for you even you decide to wear heels and bras stuffed with apples. I mean, in summer he pierced both his ears and wore those rainbow earrings i got him from Amsterdam with pride and dignity! Dalton, thank god i finally have a gay friend to go shop with! When are we gonna hit the malls?