What does one do when their brother shows up at their doorstep and throws up all over their feet before he passes out in alcoholic stupor?

Good question.

What a fine mess you've gotten yourself into Jeffrey. I will be sure to tease you endlessly about it tonight.

Stop chasing ghosts and come back home Jeff. Oklahoma is not the place to be right now.

Interesting how much more powerful punches can be when there's blinding rage to back it up. I'm almost impressed. The bruises you gave me are temporary but how are yours holding up Jeffrey?

That was most...unpleasant. Dinner's all over your porch Jeffrey.

I've come to the conclusion that every one I don't know or whom I'm not friends with is stupid. It's simple really. Guess that makes the rest of you stupid doesn't it. Oh well.

Unless you're Jeff or someone he married. You're included with the rest of the flock.

Is spellcheck truly that difficult to employ? It's no wonder the world looks down upon our education system when more than half you nitwits can't spell to save your life.

It's funny that the inviter does not see the invitee until the last possible moment.

I'd hurt you for this Jeff but it wouldn't be worth it.

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O brother where art thou? Your standard line of telling me you were with your band members proved wrong. The guys don't know where the hell you are. You should remember not to mention that Shannon isn't looking for you too if you're supposedly with your band. Call me. A brother worries.