It all started at Thanksgiving last year when he brought a pint of moonshine to the family gathering in Bottom’s Holler, W. Va. and we drank it out in Aunt Arlene’s barn. I guess I don’t need to tell you what happened next. Well, someone ended up picking hay out the back of her dress while eating turkey and stuffing. Speaking of stuffing, can anyone suggest some good babby names? Looks like I’ll be needing to name that babby in about three months if my math is right. I was thinking of just naming it after Frits now that he’s passed on but I don’t know. I don’t want to cheapen his memory.
If its a boy, I cannot think of more fitting name than Rollo N Z ‘ Hay..
Think about it… please.
(Wipes tear from cheek, deeply moved by your teenage trailer park tragedy…)
Radio J | Nov 22, 2009
thanks for the points
Jenny | Nov 22, 2009
post the video affair on youtube.
I guarantee while you were boinking in the barn, one of your cousins was videotaping it.
Get that video and post it: you’ll be so glad you did !
Congrats !
judo | Nov 22, 2009
I feel for you. My girl has a permanent impression of a power window switch on her forehead. We named our kids Monte Carlo and Firebird.
But you’ve got to let the family know. Who is gonna get the still now that he has passed?
Malibu Ken – SILF | Nov 22, 2009
With a Family as genetically dubious as yours, I would think the arrival of the Babby will be welcomed, whatever the Parentage is. How about Malathion Shmecky?
BadBeast is pretending to be a | Nov 22, 2009
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