Holiday Spirit
I went to my uncle's house in Queens the other day and check out his tree!
I'm just kidding. My uncle's not in Queens, he's in jail.
On a side note, a British friend of mine sent me this and I asked him on the phone, "Is it Grolsch?" (referring to the beer bottles), and he says, "No, I think it's Boston."
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Our uncle isn't in jail.... Anymore.
Thank goodness for probation.
And for our Aunt's sake, annulments.
It's good to know I'm not the only person in Tempyland who has the white trash DNA.
Who are you calling white trash? Our uncle was in jail for a very white collar pyramid scheme, thank you very much.
Ah, my aplogies. I guess me and my bigmist uncle and the other uncle who lived at the back of a bar will go away now.
And holy crap, I have lost the ability to spell today.
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