….. brothers. They’re on my mind, since MB’s brother is here in the States from the Land Down Under. Years ago, they looked like this:
This one below is, well, a bit more recent than the first one. Younger Brother has better glasses than this now. And less hair. He shaves his head and looks awesome, frankly. Don’t let his slightly nebbish appearance here fool you. Oh, no. BIG mistake. The dude is a black belt about 10 times over. I think once he hit a certain number of black belts, he actually had to register his hands in Australia as lethal weapons. S’true. S’I think. It hurts my hands to touch his abs, so I generally try not to. He knows about 473 ways to kill you, but I’m sure he won’t. Most likely. If he hasn’t killed me yet, you’re probably safe.
Also, I am obsessed with MB’s hubbalicious calves. They look quite nice here, don’t you think:
I don’t know why, but having a BIL who knows 473 ways to kill people sounds kinda cool. I’ll have to ask my brother about his wife’s big brothers but AFAIK they’re mostly harmless.
That’s what so awesome about my BIL. He’s totally incognito. Like Clark Kent. He LOOKS completely harmless, generally acts completely harmless, but he’s not. Hee hee.