Okay now you must be asking yourself 'how is it that Chris' brain can co-exist SEPERATELY with his body?' I often wonder about that myself. All I know is that it's time for old Chrissy-boy to pay his dues and it's up for the Brain to play tax collector in this here situation. In high school alone he tried fry my brain cells with weed, listened to nothing but loud music, and didn't exercise me by studying. Plus now a days he does nothing but read comics and play on this computer thing. SUre, there's the occasional Fletch or Star Wars novel but it's too little too late. Well what better way to get even than to mess with his page, eh? So here I am. What are brains for, right?
Talk to the brain baby...