My Two Brennans
Jun 23, 2009 by rilla
Remember when I used to be flatmates (I like flatmates more than housemates... it just sounds better) with a guy named Brennan? Yeah. We lived together for like, five years, and I blogged about our shenanigans quite often. I called him BB because he hates nicknames and I wanted to preserve his identity. The only problem is that now I'm getting comments from this totally other Brennan, who is kind of like bizzarro Brennan.
So, I wanted to clear things up, for those of you who are ever wondering which Brennan is commenting. I've got a trick for you to figure it out without my explanations. Ready?

There on the right. He's the one who just smacked my ass, and is looking really gleeful about it. Here's the trick: It it doesn't sound like something that someone who gleefully smacks asses during photographs would say, it's posted by the other Brennan, the bizzarro Brennan.
So, this comment here:
Bizzarro Brennan, I'm glad you comment. Keep it up. You should also try to be as polite and nice as possible so that nobody will mistake you for the old BB.
P.S. BB, I miss you like crazy.
P.P.S. I won't tell anyone that you liked my dog.
So, I wanted to clear things up, for those of you who are ever wondering which Brennan is commenting. I've got a trick for you to figure it out without my explanations. Ready?
This is Brennan -- my old flatmate:

There on the right. He's the one who just smacked my ass, and is looking really gleeful about it. Here's the trick: It it doesn't sound like something that someone who gleefully smacks asses during photographs would say, it's posted by the other Brennan, the bizzarro Brennan.
So, this comment here:
Heh.Is not from flatmate Brennan (BB). If it were from him it would be more like this:
I loved the wedding pictures and I'm sorry your cats made a huge mess in your house. If it makes you feel any better, my roommates dog once peed on my bed after a long daty at work...and this was AFTER I had taken her for a walk that day, and she didn't feel like going to the bathroom at the time.
I used to have a blankie as well, but it got so used that it was thrown out because eventually it was just a thread of cloth.
Sorry to hear you're sick.
Rilla: Your dog was the only dog that I ever liked, but don't tell anyone that. If it ever peed on my blanket I would have made you wash them yourself... after yelling about it a lot. Also, I'm sick of hearing the dog whine. Let him out more often.So, old flatmate Brennan (BB), I'd like to take this opportunity to say that if you could ever bear a nickname of your own, you wouldn't be in the position of people wondering why you're being all weird on my blog. So, nyah.
I can't believe you had a blankie. Don't tell me shit like that, if you want me to take you seriously. I mean, we're friends and everything, but you're making it too easy for me. Really.
Sorry to hear you're sick. Please stay away from me.
Bizzarro Brennan, I'm glad you comment. Keep it up. You should also try to be as polite and nice as possible so that nobody will mistake you for the old BB.
P.S. BB, I miss you like crazy.
P.P.S. I won't tell anyone that you liked my dog.