Sisters are weird, man. Once you know the guy version of them, its tough to differentiate the two. Some of my friends’ sisters are objectively attractive but I can’t help seeing my neanderthal buddy in them. Like hey, you’re Christina, but you’re also kind of Peter–the dude who shit his pants on prom night. It’s like mayo in my sandwich. If I see one smear of that white shit, I’m throwing the entire hoagie out, homie. That’s kind of where I’m at with Johnny Manziel’s sister, Meri. Yes, she is hot, but she is also kinda Johnny. It’s hard to unsee. Would I cross oceans to go on a date with her? Yes. But I also pay $9.99 a month for Tinder premium. What do you broz think?