Every family’s got one.

Doesn’t matter if they’re 22 or 62.

They’re still flirting like rent is due.

Still “talking to someone.”

Still “figuring it out.”

We love them.

But we also hide our partners when they walk into the room.

They got charm like a loaded weapon.

Smile like trouble.

And a phone that never stops buzzing with names nobody recognizes.

While the rest of us grew up,

got married,

had kids,

or at least picked one human to emotionally ruin for life…

They stayed in their prime.

Still running game at Thanksgiving.

Still dropping eye contact like a mic.

Still asking your cousin’s friend if they’re “happy in their relationship.”

Unbothered.

Unmarried.

Unapologetic.

They’re not broken.

They’re just built different.

They’re not lonely.

They’re just allergic to being tied down.

They didn’t miss the memo.

They just used it to roll something.

And deep down?

Every family secretly loves them for it.

Because while everyone else is arguing over bills, kids, and who forgot to buy toilet paper…

That one sibling is out there reminding the world:

Some people don’t settle down.

They set the room on fire and leave smiling.

Stay dirty.

Stay dangerous.

And if you’re that sibling…

Never apologize for being the plot twist. 🔥

— Saint Dirty Face™