He's the smart one

On Sunday while celebrating my home schooled 15 year old brother's (The Ritz Cracker) birthday at the happiest place on earth, we walked by a posse of befaux-hawked emos. Stepping into the line of a roller that was probably and unwise choice in light of our recent meal, he looked at me and said:
"I want to start a movement of home shooled emos -- homos"
The only thing bigger than his embarrassment was my laughter. And I think the people in front of us thought it was pretty funny too.