I am 45. I live on the opposite coast from my two brothers. We don’t see each other very often, and this may have something to do with my question.
When I do get together with my brothers, I cut up and act the fool in public with my youngest, routinely embarrassing his wife to the point of anger. We laugh, sing, and generally behave like boisterous pre-teens.
With my middle brother, not as much, but a note from my holiday visit last week. As he lay on the couch, I got up from my seat, wandered past him while pretending to look at the TV, and planted a juicy face fart on him. He punched me hard and we both dissolved in giggles.
Just wondering what the rest of Doperdom has to say about this. I know I ain’t the only one! Share some brotherly foolishness with me.
I don’t really act like that, but it may have something to do with the age difference between my brothers and me. They are 7 and 10 years older than me so I’m not sure we ever were all that boisterous with each other. I can say that they don’t act all that boisterous with each other when they’re hanging out, either. Unless they do it when I’m not around. Oh, and I’m 31 years old.
Oh, my brothers and I do. I just turned 40; I have a twin brother and a brother who’s 37. If we’re in the pool playing with the kids or whatever, all it takes is a look and we break into “Godzilla vs. Mecha-Godzilla” mode. Complete with primordial shrieks and body-slams.
I have much younger brothers (I’m thirty, the next younger one is 12 and the next 10) and I do admit, they tend to be goofy and I can be silly around them at times. I make a habit of trying to scare the living daylights out of them when I stop by my dads because usually they are down in the 12-year old’s basement bedroom which is very dark so its easy to do. Plus they are always excited to see me and want to go snowmobiling, play videogames or watch movies, etc.
So I’d say yes. I never grew up with them when I was younger but I was just out of high school when they were born and when they were younger I would only come once a year so it was always a special occassion to them and me when I was there, so I guess that may be part of the reason they are always happen to see me and want to do goofy things (Now I live 40 minutes away and visit a lot more often)
Ahh, the camaraderie of flatulence. It unites brothers, friends and male strangers from all walks of life in gales of laughter and moans of olfactory displeasure.
Last Christmas, my little brother (whom is 36, I am 39) caught me napping on the couch after our annual feast and blew me the kiss of death fart. You know, where you fart into your cupped hand and blow it into someone’s face?
OK, perhaps you don’t know. And I’ve said too much!
I was going to say that yes, my brother and I still act immature and foolish around each other (I’m 31, he’s 28), but after reading this post I guess its all relative.
Sweet, Foie Gras! Kevie has been napping/watching TV on the couch and I have been face farting him ever since he had a face. He got very wary for a while but since I only see him once every couple of years, and he has two small chirrens, he is more tired than wary these days and I have nailed him but good a few times.
He is sincerely outraged every time but can’t help but laugh.
The kiss of death sounds like a weapon usable at any time, whereas the face fart must be timed just so.
My brother and I were the same growing up. We just never spent any time together and really had nothing in common. Somewhere around the time he went away to college it just all seemed to change and we’re now very close.
I am still goody around my twin brother and my (4 year) older brother. Of course, I act like a complete idiot around everyone. Especially my students and coworkers.
Oh, hell yeah. My three brothers, all younger, and I were all raised by a couple of witty, anti-establishment authority questioners. When we get together there is general grabassery, tomfoolery and jackassery. For about four years (until September) I worked at a radio station with one of my brothers – we got paid very well just to be ourselves.
Our wives have learned that, if they want to survive being married to us, they have to join in. Two of my brothers did not marry intelligently in their first two attempts, so they each have two ex-wives, but they learned their lessons.
No, not really. My brother is 4 years older, and we fought all the time. There was a certain familial bond, but not a particularly close or friendly bond. We rarely played together, and teasing was usually mean.
As adults we generally act like amicable adults, but don’t play. It could turn ugly.
The closest we came was one time when we were both in town and went to one of those laser tag places and both laughed at how quickly the young kids killed us.
If you need to fight a ground war, hire kids. Those buggers are fast and ruthless.
