This is my twin brother Ron--'The Hot Auto mechanic' as he likes to call himself. Phhhh. Luckily I didn't get his ample body hair. I like to ask him if he let the Rogaine roll down his back and chest while trying to apply it to the top of his head. Ron's got a few pounds on me though so I have to be ready to run when I say stuff like that to him. "Dude, why does your Wii Fit say 'Ohhh! One at a time please!' when you step on it?" Yeah, I'm mean but that's what sisters are for, right?
Ron and I have always been thick as thieves though. We were a pair of Hellions, let me tell ya. Always getting ourselves into trouble and taking the fall for the other one. Okay fine, usually Ron convinced me to take the fall for him... isn't that what brothers do though? Payback's a cold-hearted b*tch I guess.
Okay, for reals though, those of you who know more about me than the average person, you'll actually realize that I don't have a twin brother. BUT... I did dress up as Ron The Hot Auto mechanic one year for Halloween and fooled a ton of co-workers into thinking I was just some service guy wandering around the building and I got to hit on a dude dressed up like the transvestite Frankfurter from The Rocky Horror Picture Show all day long like, "Hey toots, I'd sure like to check out what's under that hood of yours!" and other much, much less G-rated auto related sexual innuendos.
*sigh* I always wanted a twin brother though. What can I say besides, Mom, Dad, you guys screwed up. =) Love you guys anyway though. You made a couple other brothers look just like me.
