I just came back from lunch with my grandparents... Phyllis was asking my mom why I was holding the root beer bottle with two hands (which I didn't even notice I was doing), and somehow that led to her wanting to best me in arm-wrestling.

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IAmNotMakingThisUp

retarded family, dude.

mood: amused