Sibling Strife

To give some context to that title the first public school I went to was in the country. I don’t mean country as in a population in the realm of only 20,000 people, or even 2,000. Country as in the nearest town nearly 20 minutes away had a street light installed while I was living and that was big news in the town! It meant we could give driving instructions that went like so,

“Turn left at the lights.”
“Which lights?”
“The… Lights.”

Instead of:

“Turn left at the gross strip club.”
“You mean the Village Inn? MAN that place had good wings!”
“…”

So when I saw that this post is about setting the stage for what stories are about to come you have at least a sufficient level of rural in your mind.

The public school I went to had a particular variety of hick there. Most of my friends and the kids I grew up with had farmers for parents, one in particular their job was to breed dogs specifically raised to kill wolves. They had a sign at the end of the driveway that said to honk twice and stay in your car if you value your life. That was an… interesting family to say the least.

Another friend was a farmer. Nothing fancy there. His son liked to expose himself to… well… everyone. Pants around knees laughing his ass off. Literally it was a sort of I guess… thing… that he did which went along the logical flow chart of:

Dancin for funnies!!!
Doin what’ll gross you out.

So he had that going for him… which was nice?

The wolf killer guy? Ya. He had skills too. Such as being in a constant state of being slightly…. greasy… Oh. And he could pick his nose with his tongue. Which was his preferred method of nose goblin retrieval as it saved time I guess? Free’s up a hand for… uhh… stuff?

That’s not to say that all the boys were grody gross goblins of Grossopia… The vast majority were as normal as boys are in early public school I guess?

More on their antics later I assure you.

Welcome to the new collaborative blog between my sister and myself. Here we’ll start posting some of the stories (typically humorous) about growing up the way we did.

I’ll probably be the one that talks way too much where as my sister will be the one correcting me on my creative interpretation of the written word.

Part of the idea of this blog is to just get down our stories… But also to correct each others recollection… We’re going to try to do this by keeping the non-grammatical edits to story visible, and hopefully sarcastic. Also these most likely will not be done in chronological order cuz both of us have somewhat terrible memories in that department. For myself I can say that I’m the sort of guy that can tell you in detail the finer points of plot in an action movie, or decent book, but couldn’t tell you their own birth date without giving some serious thought on what year I was born.

The stories here will be of things that happened to us for the most part except when it isn’t. Embellishments will be kept to a minimum except when it makes it way more interesting. Names will most likely be changed to protect the innocent… but really how would YOU know if we did change the names or not if you didn’t know us already? I mean I could say my name is Chuck (which it isn’t, it’s Josh) but how would you verify unless I left data to contradict that? Anyways moving on we have no posting schedule but we will publish things more often than most blogs… which is never… so again… there’s that.

Boys are grody

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