Friday, April 30, 2010

You know what’s worse than being caught by your little brother singing “Beat It” at the top of your lungs while you do a little corn-weeding? Having him follow you down the row singing, “Showin' how funky and strong is your fight. It doesn't matter who's wrong or right,” doing a little dance and stopping only to say, “Come on, Gen, you know you’re feeling it.” All morning long.

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