I realized yesterday that the only person who really gets me is my own brother. Together, we are two of the weirdest, most awkward people to ever exist (though hopefully in that endearing way made famous by Judd Apatow, et al).
Anyway, it’s a good feeling, knowing that there’s at least one other person out there who shares your ridiculous inside jokes, can quote the film Operation Dumbo Drop with you word-for-word, and with whom you can be utterly, totally, yourself.
Is this what (some, statistically) married people feel like?
And is it odd that I found it with my own brother?
the sloppy copy 