Merry Christmas! #5,345

Last November, I received a link to a photo album from my knucklehead brother in law. He sent the link to all our family. It documented every single moment of his recent house warming party.

Every. Single. Moment.

Did I mention that the album consisted of 1,000 pictures??

1,000 pictures!

(I don't even want to look at 1,000 pictures of my own kids.) I put off looking at the pictures as long as possible. Eventually, I knew that I had to glance at them enough, in case someone asked me about them. As I'm speed reading through the album, I come to a complete stop. (somewhere around #675)

I spot a picture of my brother in law. In his underwear.

(Take a moment to drink in that image.)

I look at it again. Yup, that's my brother in law. In his underwear.
How is this possible?
Why did this happen?
And most importantly, what can I do with this???

Bwahahaha!

I decide to get in the holiday spirit, and make this picture my annual Christmas card.

Yes, I really did.

I go online, to visit my snarkiest internet friends and explain the situation. Then, I take suggestions. Each suggestion is funnier than the first. I giggle the entire time. Finally, we have a winner.

I decide against sending out the cards to everyone I know. (Yes, believe it or not, I do have a heart. It's black and charred and the size of a Chihuahua's head. Also, my husband talked me out of it. You know, he's my moral compass.) I print up one card, addressed to my brother in law. I add it to his xmas present.

Christmas day , the whole family is together. Kids are running around, uncles are drunk, aunts are cooking, grampas asleep.
The usual.
It's time for my brother in law to open his present.
He opens the card, and the color leaves his face.
Then it turns red.
THEN, HE LOOKS RIGHT AT ME!! (wth?)
I start to giggle.
He looks right at me, and flips me off.
(This makes me laugh more, for some strange reason.)
After the shock wears off, he begins to ask me questions.

"How did you get this picture?"

"When did you get on my computer?"

"When did you learn to hack??"

He was even more embarrassed once he learned that he was the one that sent out that picture in the first place. We continued to harass him the entire night. He actually thanked me later, once he realized that I could have really done some damaged with that picture. I guess I must be growing up. Maybe?

Maybe not. Here's the picture.
He doesn't really look like Burger King, but you know how the internet can get.

P.S. don't mess with me.