my brother in law is awesome.  actually, my sister got kind of cool in her own way, though it took, uh, like twenty years.  but, damn, she married good.  my brother in law and i would disagree on about a trillion things, the largest being in the categories of religion and politics, (ho-hum, what else is new?) but, fuck, the man is FUNNY.  i mean, he makes me laugh my ass off.  it's not the most highbrow humor in the world...usually it's a combination of sarcasm and impersonations...but, you know, there's a place for that kind of funny. 

there is a chinese woman who works as a sort of waitress at this local chinese food joint.  she is about four hundred years old, round and fat like rice ball, and has a mole the size of new jersey on her chin.  that has a hair growing out of it.  and, by "hair", i mean, a medusan, proteinous thing about the length of her middle finger and the breadth of HORROR itsownself. 

anyway, he does this impression of her that is just a fucking riot, twirling this epic mole hair and mumbling incoherently in a high-pitched and disturbingly detached voice, occasionally throwing in the words "pepsi" and "noodle" just to keep your head from exploding.

my sister and i both have been known to LITERALLY piss ourselves laughing (we're very...exuberant laughers...it's okay, we can get away with it cuz we iz kyoot.)

i can only imagine how many times she must have to launder panties living with that man.