anyone who has heard stories about my brother will love this one...

Transcript of telephone call made from my brother to me this afternoon. (Read to yourself with a thick Southern Larry the Cable Guy accent. On my brother's end. Not mine... I'm proudly accent-free:-):

Me: Hello?
Nathan: Hey, um, I need the recipe for them nasty stuffed mushrooms you made at Christmas.
Me: (silence)
Nathan: You know, those stuffed mushrooms? Wendy wants to make those disgusting things.
Me: Well, I don't have my recipe here at the moment, but it is cooked bacon, mayo, garlic salt, and cheddar cheese.
Nathan: Yeah, that is what we thought.
Me: So you thought they were nasty?
Nathan: I think ALL mushrooms are nasty. I ain't eatin' ANY of 'em. Unless they're the psychedelic kind. (laughs at his own cleverness.)

And that, my friends, sums up my brother in a nutshell. Such a wordsmith, that boy.