A Conversation With My Brother

The other day at the insurance office, I asked my brother, who sells insurance with me, what he thought about the Grizzly chances this year.
My Brother: I like the moves they made this offseason, for the most part. I really wish they would've kept Kevin Love, though. His outlet passes give old Southern women the vapors.

Me: That's exactly what I was telling one of my internet friends the other day. Not about the vapors thing, but about not giving up Kevin Love, no matter HOW much potential OJ Mayo has.

My Brother: Internet friend? Wow, Morgan. I didn't know you had it in you. You got me intrigued in a really particular way. Spill it, little brother. You know I like to get a good sweat in the middle of the day.

Me: What? It wasn't...what? Sweat? No. It wasn't anything dirty. You know I don't like it when you talk that way, anyway. No, I was just talking about the Grizz with some like-minded guys

My Brother: Like-minded guys? You serious? I REALLY didn't know it was like that. I guess Uncle Pete was right. He almost always was, though. About stuff like that, anyhow. I gotta tell ya, Morg, I'm a little less intrigued now, but there's still an itch for information. I mean, back when I was really into the internet porn and had all those accounts, I went to one of the gay sites by accident one afternoon. While Helen and the kids were gone. Geez, I must've blacked out or something because the next thing I know, Helen's yelling at me to go take a shower before the cops show up and now we got that block thing on the internet. You know, that program that's supposed to be for kids. Only this one's for me and the pornography and what not.

Me: I'm not really sure what to say...about that...that stuff you just told me, I mean. I, uh, really just wanna talk about the Grizz.

My Brother: Yeah, it's a sad state of affairs around the house now. I can still get on Hollywood Tuna, though. I like that one. I'm not sure how interested you'd be in it, though. It's pretty much all broads. You and your like-minded friends probably got your own sites, , though, don't ya, Morg. Some night when it ain't so danged hot, I might come over and check it out on your internet. It could be fun. Get some beers, have some laughs, real "guy" stuff. We'd probably have to look at some broads towards the end to get my head straight before I went home, however. You be okay with that?

Me: Hey, I like the broads as much as the next guy. I see that site everyday. Sometimes twice. It's good. I like to look at the broads on it. You ever wonder why they call it Hollywood TUNA? Seems odd.

My Brother: Beats me. I think it's because they're always on the beach or something. Hey, Morg, you know what goes great with Tuna?

Me: No. What?

My Brother: Mayo.

(We both laugh a lot. Like brothers will do.)

My Brother: (sigh) Oh man, that was choice. I been savin' that one, Morg. Man oh man, it's gonna be a great season. I really like our chances.

Me: Me, too, brother. Me, too.

The season will be here before you know it! GO USA! Try your hardest Olympians!