Yeah... this wood isn't for burning.
He just needs a little help.
You already do, son. You already do.
(Brother is leaving to go home, his dog dug holes in the yard.) Mom: You still have to fill my holes. Brother and Me: *laugh hysterically* Brother: That sounded wrong. Mom: Fill in my holes then fix my yard. Me: We don't live in Alabama, mom!
"I'm goin' for strength, brah, toning's for losers."
