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The Whiteman Brothers…

were initially conjoined siblings, separated by years but biologically fused. You can imagine how painful this must have been for Mother Whiteman, housing three sons in her uterus at one time – that time being from 1980 to 1986. Then one glorious and bloody day that felt like years they all three ollied out on banana boards.  Jesse and Sean were conjoined by the hair, Sean and Christof by the toenails, and Christof and Jesse by the jean jacket — luckily all three appendages were able to be cut without any fatalities, unless of course you count the death of innocence.

The Whiteman Brothers have been neither physically nor emotionally as close to one another as they were that fateful and rainy night on Dr. Shicklesnergenborfner’s coffee table prior to the gruesome operation… but, you know, they try to stay in touch via Twitter.

Sean Whiteman

Loves sushi, hates fish. What?

Christof Whiteman

Fucks sushi, hates fish. What?

Jesse Whiteman

Hates sushi, hates fish. What?

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