Taking a reprieve from the post event reporting, we will now focus our attention on something my brother said that struck me as funny.
He narrates,
"Once there was the ancient king of the raccoons named Achtung and he was near death. And he climbed up on Jonathan shoulders, desiring to reach the most holy spot on the top of Jon's head. And lo he was tired and near death, but he persevered on and managed to pull his @$$ on the top of Jon's head. And lo he was satisfied and breathed his last."
All that jazz just to insinuate that my hilighted hair resembles a dead raccoon.
So much imagination. sigh...
I love my brother.
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