my brother strikes again

My brother found me a hilarious math video on YouTube. Do you know the intersection of math and humour? It is narrow.

I watched it several times and laughed until I cried.

Now the last time this particular brother made me laugh this hard, was at the end of a long day at the beach. We were kids, and it was a bit of a hike back up to the cabin. So we were carrying the beach things back up. My father and uncle carried the rowboat, I had an armful of lawn chairs, and my brother picked up a single fucking oar.

Our father called up to him, "Son, you'll be carrying more than that!"

And Dan turned around, held up the oar, and said, "Yes, I'll be carrying more. I'll be carrying ...m'oar."

Not only did I drop the lawn chairs when I fell down laughing, but I somehow remembered this joke in my sleep and woke up laughing again, to the sound of my father pounding on the cabin wall, and yelling, "STOP LAUGHING IT'S NOT THAT GOOD OF A JOKE."