Since I've been living with my mom and my brother, I am laughing constantly, usually in the sanctuary of my own room. My little brother sings the Queensryche song in his dramatic falsetto, and it never fails to make me giggle. But when he adapts lyrics to have extended dance remix pseudo operatic discussions with his dog, whom he calls "Dirt Dog," I am slain. You should hear what he can do with Pink Floyd and that poor dog.
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