This week marked the birthday of the Official Brother of Poseur. We're kind of impressed we've both made it so far despite our repeated attempts to kill one another. A brief recap:
- He pushed me down a flight of stairs. It's actually my earliest memory.
- I locked him in his room via a complicated series of ropes and pulleys.
- Our favorite game as kids was to go into the woods and beat each other with large sticks.
- He sent his scary high school dropout friends to beat me up once. For no particular reason, he just wanted to see if I could talk my way out of it. I did.
- He hit me with a dart. By the way, that hurts.
- It was my idea to ride in a taxi in Rome, which was the most harrowing experience of my life. If I can teach you one thing, it is this: never, ever, EVER get into a taxi in Rome and tell the driver, "Follow that car." Because he will.
Happy birthday, bro.
1 comment:
You should take him to a nuclear waste disposal facility!
Just don't pester the workers. It's a misdemeanor.
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