While at a family gathering this past weekend in a town with a population of 214, a story involving a 100-year-old aunt, an armadillo, a Derringer that hadn't been fired in at least 35 years, and a pitch fork developed. My family rules.
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I love you so much that I decided to name you…this name that I love and so I named you… I love you so… that's why… that's why I pet you every day… that's why I named you… that's why when I first got you and I knew how much I loved you… I decided that I'd give you the name of… the moniker of… I'd call you… your name is… I DECIDED THAT YOUR NAME WOULD HAVE TO BE… I'D CALL YOU… YOU'RE GOING TO BE CALLED… I THINK YOUR NAME… I CALL YOU… YOU'D GO AS… POSTER NUTBAG!!!!!!!!
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