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