Friday, November 12, 2010


Yes folks.

It is time again for one of my dad's crazy stories. I dont know what's wrong with him, but there is something in his brain that just isn't right.

Mom: Your dad asked if I would fix some chitterlings (Chitlins for all you country/ghetto folks) for New Years.  I told him absolutely not and that I would not be cooking those in our house.  He was begging me to cook them and I continued to say no.  Then he said, do you know how to clean them and I said no.  He then said, you clean the SHIT out of them.   Lol


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