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- Feb 7, 2009
My mentally handicapped brother is adorable in his inability to 'get it' at times.
I recently taught him the nacho cheese joke, how it is 'not yo cheese' and all that, and how you are able to make it whenever, and only if nacho cheese is involved.
This morning I was making a sandwich in the kitchen, American cheese on rye. He walked into the room, stuck his hand into the bag, and in a very clear, monotone voice(think like an Alan Rickman kind of droll), claimed it was 'not your cheese,' took a handful of slices and calmly walked away. He also followed it up with a 'meow,' as he left the room, which is something he just randomly does.
That boy ain't right.
I recently taught him the nacho cheese joke, how it is 'not yo cheese' and all that, and how you are able to make it whenever, and only if nacho cheese is involved.
This morning I was making a sandwich in the kitchen, American cheese on rye. He walked into the room, stuck his hand into the bag, and in a very clear, monotone voice(think like an Alan Rickman kind of droll), claimed it was 'not your cheese,' took a handful of slices and calmly walked away. He also followed it up with a 'meow,' as he left the room, which is something he just randomly does.
That boy ain't right.