My family is not huge on tradition – but there a few customs that we like to carry on–telling humiliating stories is one of them. Specifically we like to share humiliating stories about my brother…to his girlfriends (he’s married now so I don’t get to tell this story as much as I’d like). And obviously, when I mean “my family”, I mean the family into which I was born or quite possibly spawned.
Before I begin my story, I have to explain some things. My brother was a handful. And by ‘handful’ I mean I’m surprised no one actively throttled him during his youth. He’s the textbook example of someone that doesn’t take “no” for an answer. I would say he’s tenacious – well, actually I would really say he’s “a pain in the f***ing ass” – but to his credit he always knew what he wanted and has achieved…
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