Monday, July 26, 2010

Happy 40th, Brett the Brat

My creative, big brother knew a plethora of ways to torment me. He convinced me I was discovered on the side of the road, I was part dog, and that my teeth were bucky as a beaver's. The only way I could retaliate was to call him Brett the Brat.

Yeah, clever, I know.

But we survived. He's forty today!

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