For the past few days I’ve been taking a trip down memory lane with the help of a new scanner and a stack of old photos. For me this is a reminder of who I am and where I came from and for everyone else it’s an opportunity to make fun of the way my family dressed in the 70’s.
This is a good question and one that I don’t really have an answer for but it might have something to do with the fact that he was always being forced to sit next to me.
Potential captions for these photos (L-R)
1- Who do I gotta talk to get away from this jerk, and where the hell is my cigar?
2- Can somebody get me away from Smiley Jones over here?
I swear I really tried to be a good brother but the photo evidence doesn’t seem to back me up. I think I need to reconsider the old photo thing.
On a related note, check out my sweater. I’m guessing that someone made that sweater for me and also paid me to wear it. Maybe my brother is mad because I didn’t kick some of the sweater money his way.