Jeremy did NOT break my knuckles!  I broke his knuckles!  With a tire iron!  A tire iron the size of an SUV.  Because I am DSTRONG and GIRLS LIKE ME.  If you don't think so, I'll show you by buying a big truck.

I big RED truck.

That's the color of blood, you know.

There are a lot of developments in Mark Land lately.  The last Brewer boy is getting married.  In celebration of holy matromony, I'm going to get wasted.  And then after that I'm going to spend ever day complaining about the ol' ball n' chain until one day I die after Jason dares me to ump off a three story roof.  But whatever, man.  He's going to give me three bucks for it.

Alsod, I'm getting a nephew or niece soon and it;s going to be sweet.  One way or another, i'm going to get them to hate their parents.  Maybe even be abusive to the,m.  That will teach you for hitting me in front of my girlfriend, HGEAD.  VENGEANCE IS A PLATE BEST SERVED WITH YOUR CHILD!!!

I also want to warn you all that the annual Brewer Greased Up Olympics is on the way, and this one is going to be with couples now that we're all married.  If steph infection and I either 1.) make a BABAY, or 2.) I finish my robot, then next year will be 3-on-3.  And I have a coupon for free ninja lessons for a toddler or android of my choice.  And I choose Little Mark.  IT'S ON, BREWERS!

But let's look into the future.  Into the now.  As Head Olympic Coordinator and sexiest brewer in Rich;s house for one year and running, I

m picking the events.  I' don't know what they will be yet, but I think one of them will involve the girls bare knuckle boxing while I eat chips and Jeremt changes poopy diaperss for practice.