Meet my brother.

I was going through some pictures this morning and found these of my brother that I just HAD to share with the entire blogging world. 

Every Thanksgiving, my family comes to Utah from So. Cal. to spend the weekend with us. We have a lot of fun together. On Thanksgiving, there is usually a bit of drinking. Most of us are used to it and some of us are still building up our tolerance...

This can't be comfortable.

And never pass out while your sisters have control of a permanent marker and your feet: