What's weird about MySpace
Is that your brother can be on there and you might not even know it until, say, a few days ago. At which point you can demand that he add you to his friends list. (But you should refrain from demanding to be in his Top Whatever, because you are not one of those mean ol' dictatorial older siblings.)
So, everyone, meet my brother, lover of all things big and loud and mechanical. (Yes, the red truck with flames is his. And that's our horse barn in the background.) And meet his woman, lover, apparently, of all things Nicholas Sparks.
So, everyone, meet my brother, lover of all things big and loud and mechanical. (Yes, the red truck with flames is his. And that's our horse barn in the background.) And meet his woman, lover, apparently, of all things Nicholas Sparks.
2 Comments:
So does this mean I can't use words like fucktard anymore?
No, please continue. He has things on his page that I'm sure he thought no one in the family would ever see. We're all adults. Let's use some fucking curse words.
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