food

          So, my brother forced me to watch a documentary about the top ten fun food factories, because apparently adding alliteration also adds alliterative appeal, and also acrimoniously argued about an unfortunate me writing a post about it. So i will write a post about him. My brother... what to say? well, he's an idiotic little pinweasel without a nice bone in his body. Whenever he's kind to me, he always has some sort of ulterior motive, and tends to throw things. He thinks he would make a good lawyer because he enjoys arguing, but his idea of this is just saying shut up over and over when anyone says anything with which he disagrees. He has hair that is untidy enough to be messy but not messy enough to look good. He has a minor obsession with Twinkies and is the main reason our family is colloquially known as "Dysfunction Junction". Approximately 95.63% of what he says either intentionally references or is directly copied from pop culture, and he thinks that it's still impressive to be able to predict the plot twists of a show or movie after seeing it over 16 times.


In other news, it's New Year's eve and, since this is our 199th post, when better to post the 200th than at midnight today? Also, since at least two of the authors are coming to my new years eve party, it shall be one gigantic collaborative post!!!