Lance Armstrong reminds me of my shitty brother-in-law. He went through phases with the guy. First, he mocked the guy by doing his Lance Armstrong impersonation. "Huuur. I ride a bicycle fast." Then, he did the yellow wristband thing and said great things about the guy. Then, he talked shit about the dude when he got caught.
My brother-in-law is like a teenager. He went through a phase from watching Sons of Anarchy. He got a group of people together and they rode those gaudy choppers. It was like that movie Wild Hogs. I stopped by one day to get a table saw he had borrowed from me. He, and my sister, never return things. He asked if I wanted to go to Wing House with his "crew". I told him I was alright. He said I was going to have a great time because they take over the place. He said his crew runs things there. I guess Wing House is their territory, or something...
My sister isn't pleasant. She named her mini pinscher Deja. Well, I thought the name sucked. I always called the dog Murray. I think the little bastard preferred the name, too. I'd yell, "It's-a Murray!", like Mario from Nintendo. The dog would bounce around like a spring when it saw me. Murray knew it was going to have a rad time because they never gave their dog attention. Also, it irritated my sister. One day she popped her top. "Quit calling my fu**ing dog Murray! It's a female. It's my dog! Myyyyy dog! Get out!"
