Bring your girlfriend to the family reunion, take her down to the beach for sunset, sit in the chair while she has to curl up in the sand. Priceless.
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A whole bunch of people get together once a year because they have some relation to Janet, Linda or Randy. Sometimes they get along OK. There's also bad behavior, back-stabbing, and car accidents. You're entering a world of twilight and shadow, filled with ducktape, boiled peanuts, and mandatory balsamic vinagrette dressing. Its like a dozen cats in a room full of rocking chairs all carrying shotguns. The storm clouds are gathering.
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