Family fistfights brought to you by Monopoly.

Blocking him isn’t enough. I want his favorite sports team to finish last every year for now and forever.

Sports are better when you have hate in your heart.

Game night with the family is only fun until I lose.

I can’t wait to see my older sister so she can point out I have more gray hair than she does.

Sorry, but if you’re walking slower than me on the sidewalk, you’re my enemy. Walking faster than me? Also my enemy. Now if you’re walking at the same speed as me… hmm, yeah, I’m thinking enemy.

Middle children as adults still trying to get attention because the oldest is being dramatic and the younger child is getting away with everything.

I don’t really care how you met your partner. Tell me about how you met your nemesis.

There should be an opposite of Valentine’s Day where you post Instagram photos of your enemy.

Nobody victim blames more than my oldest son when he’s in trouble for punching his little brother.

I love diss tracks because it’s basically two dudes going, “grr, we hate each other so much we’re going to take turns writing increasingly personalized poetry!”

It must be hard to be a rapper knowing at any moment your enemies may make beautiful poems about you.

The person opposite me has a donut. I do not have a donut. That should be my donut. This person is now my arch nemesis.

Keep your friend’s toast and your enemy’s toaster.

You haven’t experienced proper anger until you have a sister.