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Bryan is a guy named Bryan. His name is Bryan. He happens to be my brother Bryan as well. I'd just like to point out that both my mom and dad love me more than they do him.
With that out of the way, we can get started on his description. For some reason, when I was younger (three or four), I thought up strange nicknames to call Bryan. Some of the ones that stick out are "Dumb Duther," and "Botherhead." I called him Dumb Duther because "Duther" sounds like "brother." "Botherhead" got its origins from sniffing his hair. I didn't like the smell. It bothered me. It was attached to his head. You do the math.
Although Bryan might act like he is a big Dodge and Mopar fan, he secretly covets the Ford dynasty, and dreams every night of owning a garage full of blue ovals. One day, when the time is right, he will come out and join the rest of us proud Focused On Ruining Dodge owners.
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I'm afraid I'm not aware which Chinese foods former Vice President Dan Quayle enjoys.
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