Sounds fun! My brothers and I will talk like that once in awhile.
I do it every Thursday night with my own older brother...:)
My wife listens to us sometimes, and complains that she can’t follow along because we may jump from the subject of ICE immigration raids to what car was the worst that came out in the Seventies, to every subject in between!
I love it. My brother gave my bachelor toast at my wedding, and admitted he was the Freddy Kruger of my childhood, which was true. Back then, he was bad tempered and quick to boil, and would beat the snot out of me for looking at him cross-ways. Early in our childhood, my mother would say “You’re bigger than him-just sit on him!”
That was true, but she never had a wiry, ill-tempered Tasmanian Devil with braces on his teeth bearing down on her with fire coming out of his nose and his fists looking for all the world to me like Popeye’s fists after eating a can of spinach!
I learned early on not to let her or my father get involved. It just made it worse when they weren’t around...probably not a bad lesson to learn.
And now, in our advancing old age, there are fewer people in my life dearer to me than my best man from my wedding!