Here is where the horror story begins. After getting out of my frigidly refreshly shower, I noted how much cooler it was in my house without clothes on. Then, forgetting that my brother was outside getting his bags out of his jeep, I decided to sit on the couch and relish the moment of cool. . .
Upon re-enterin my house, at first my brother was like:
But then he was like:
And then he just went back outside, got in his jeep and was like:
Scarred for life. If you know my little brother PLEASE don't mention this blog post to him. It will only make his emotional trauma worse.