I love my Druvernthe.

My brother, Adam is one of my very best friends.  We're real with each other.  He's one of a few people that I can be completely myself around.  This is not to say that I'm fake around everyone else.  So not the case.  You know what I mean though.  You can't just walk up to anybody and say some nonsense word or make up a ridiculous song or do an awesomely bad dance or let out a loud fart and have that person not bat an eyelash.  Of course, I don't need to act that way all the time.  I do need to have a little sense about me, but it's nice when you can do things like that without receiving a look or receiving a comment that you're weird.  I already know I'm weird.  Embrace it.  And for goodness sakes, join in.
I also appreciate how he's not afraid to tell me about myself when it's necessary.  I like when someone isn't afraid to be honest with me.  He's definitely not afraid.
We laugh about a lot.  We like to talk about turds a lot.  Many of our phone conversations begin this way: "How many turds have you eaten today?"  "Five."  "Oh, that many? Were they good?"  To some, that may sound immature or dumb.  It is.  Thank you for recognizing, but to us, it's fun and it's how we do.  We've been like that for as long as I can remember.  We talk about ignorant things.  I hope everyone is lucky enough to have a person in their life like that.  Maybe you're thinking you're glad you don't have someone that calls you to ask how many turds you've eaten.
Adam comes over to my house nearly every day.  Sometimes he likes to leave 'grocery lists' for me on my small magnetic dry erase board that I keep on my fridge.  Here are a couple examples of his lists that I've taken pictures of:

1 gallon of poop stinks and a bucket of farts

1/2 pound of turd burgers, butt wipes, and a 12 pack of RC

As you can see, I'm lucky that I have him around to remind me of these important grocery store purchases. Poop stinks are essential.

**In case you're wondering, 'Druvernthe' is one of the many names that I have for my brother.  I like to give people and animals I love not just one nonsense nickname, but oodles of them.**

It's how we roll.