My brother.
Now, the fact of the matter is that I never do any truly messed up things. So when I am thinking messed up for myself, I am thinking weird, crazy, out of the ordinary. And that's when Tyler comes to mind.
A few years ago (like many years), when we were up at the lake, he and I were the only ones left awake in the house. So we decided to have a dance party. It was a silent dance party, because the house is not that big and the sleeping oldies were all in very close proximity to us. But we had a dance party nonetheless.
This summer I tried playing Call of Duty with him...and it wasn't even the real thing, it was like only him and me playing in this deserted, snowy area. And I got SO FREAKED OUT. I literally had to stop playing I was so scared. Because he was trying to shoot me!! And my controller would vibrate! And I SWEAR IT FELT LIKE HE REALLY SHOT ME.
Also, we are always talking about poop. Or periods.
He is just such a goofy goober, and I love doing weird things with him. And I love him, bunches and bunches.
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