I’ve decided to run a half marathon with my sister. The Euro says it’ll be a good long-distance bonding experience but all I can think, when I think of my sister and me doing anything athletic, is “BUDDY FILM” and how I’ll be like Zack Galifianakis and how she’ll be like Robert Downey, Jr. How I’ll be the chubby comic relief to her tall, dark and handsome. Except, not exactly, because I’m way funnier than Galifianakis* and she’s way shorter than Jr.
We may fly Flynn in to document the whole thing because is a Buddy Film really a Buddy Film if no one’s there to see it? And because other than that one photo of us feeding each other corn, this is the only one we’ve ever made together.
*I just totally made that up.