I like pretzels

I'll write that story for you later.

Above is My brother Steve's post. Thanks steve! Is that all you can write you lazy piece of shit!

This is my brother Steve. We were playing football at Newport beach. Later the camera was being passed amongst several girls interested in seeing Steve with his shirt off. Ooo! la! la! Even Heather was ooing and ahing as she scanned through the photos.
"What are you girls looking at?" I asked.
"Oh nothing!" as they hide the LCD from view.
Of course everyone knew. Steve is by far the coolest, best looking, most saught after, of all the Wonnacott boys. Of course that's just now! If I was to compare him to me, at the same age, then I was just as cool. Who am I kidding, I was never as cool as Steve. Beside's Steve's got something I never had. A hairless chest. How can I compete with that? It was the same day that these picture were taken that my brother Tyler came up to me, on the beach, and said, "Paul, we're at the beach, why don't you take your coat off?" That was a good one Tyler. It still stings a year later! (In case you didn't get that... I wasn't wearing a coat, or shirt, we were at the beach!)