woah!

Woah, guys. So about that last post:

Here's the thing:

My family and I have been hiding this situation for sometime now:

At birth, my mother was giving birth to two sons. One, Scott Alan Stapp, me, the other, Reginald Arnold Stapp, my retarded freak brother who is five minutes younger than me.

So anyway, that last post, that was Reginald, not me. We've been keeping him locked up in a high tower of the Scott Stapp mansion in a man-in-the-iron-mask-esque situation that was really working pretty well for everyone.

Don't worry though, we caught his ass.

Beat him.

Beat him real good.

He won't be doing that again anytime soon. I'll post a picture of Reginald so you get a sense of this dumbass.