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The Other Brothers

“…and you know what?” cried one of the people on the stage.

“WE ARE… known worldwide… AS THE OTHER BROTHERS!”

I was at the Texas Renaissance Festival enjoying a show known as “The Other Brothers”, who were the two people who were standing on the stage.

“Okay! People! I am going to show you this trick,” said the short guy on the stage, “I am going to drink this beer without ever touching it!”

“Yeah, yeah,” said the taller one, “Go harm that porcupine quill of a mess you call a hairdo while you’re at it.” Everyone laughed. The older one seemed to have a sense of black humor.

The tall man smiled and said, “Well, while he’s doing that trick of his, I am going to do an equally amazing trick.” With that, he grabbed another bottle, leaned against a ledge, and began to drink.

“I can do that!” Cried the short one.

“You are kidding me,” answered the tall one. “You cannot reach this ledge I am leaning on. See this one?” He pointed at a lower one near the ground. “That’s probably more suited for you.”

The entire audience laughed.

They quickly did a trick, and the shorter one used his knees, grabbed the glass, and drank out of it.

The next trick was where the short man had to stand on a board, which was on a bowling ball. Furthermore, he had to put four flaming torches on his head and have two in his hands.

“Who thinks I can actually do this?” He asked, and half of everyone raised their hand.

Frowning, he then asked, “How many of you think I am just going to make a huge mess of myself?” Half of the people raised their hands.

“AHA!” Mr. Shorty boomed, “You.. and you… and a lot of people voted twice!” He shouted, pointing at several people, who were looking at themselves with a who? me? couldn’t be expression.

Carefully, he stood on the huge bowling ball, but when he finally got up (shaking all over the place), he lit the torch.

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This picture depicts the haughty older man standing next to him.

More, after he was done the older man said, “You will notice that even with a platform, a bowling ball, a board, and torches, that I am still taller than him. Go figure, eh?”

Everyone laughed, except for my mom.

At the end, I asked her why she didn’t laugh. She told me she didn’t understand a word, with the speed they were talking.

Such a pity.

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One Comment

  1. Pretzel
    Posted November 6, 2007 at 6:48 pm | Permalink

    i went to the ren. festival too! i wanted to see “other brothers”, but it stead we saw the “sturdy beggars”. it was probably equally funny.

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