He looks normal, I know.
But don't be fooled. He's not called Crazy Uncle Stephen for no reason!
I thought it would be fun to interview him for my blog.
(Ha! When I started "thinking" is precisely where I messed up.)
Anyhow, take the following with a grain of salt and consider the source. This information is from the same kid who tripped me ON PURPOSE in our parents' driveway when he was in high school and I was in college.
I had to have bandaid's y'all. It was that bad.
ME: Hey Stephen, I want to interview you for my blog. Just because.
ME: What do you think about when you think of us growing up together?
BRO: Honestly, you were the only sister I was scared of... the only one. That and you were the best farter.
ME: What?! I was the best burper! I could burp on demand and burp the alphabet. I didn’t fart.
BRO: Are you kidding? You were the worst by far.
ME: Okay, I’m ending this interview right now.
See what I mean? I was tormented by him! And HE LIES.
Even if the telling
(PS Are you offended that I used this "f" word? I hope not, though I will be the first to admit that it is quite an unladylike term.)