Yeah. You. My supposedly sweet natured, family comedian, mom’s favorite middle child brother.
You’re a fucktard. You know that?
You bet your drunken butt you’ll hear from me. You’d better answer the phone when it rings, jackass. Don’t make me call you at the office.
As for the rest of you, good Wednesday morning to you.
I apologize for the message to my brother. Pretty much my day has started with a frustrating call home. Details will be left out from here to protect the innocents and the jackass himself.
You may be safe from the scorn of the Blogosphere, brother dear, but not from my wrath.