“I think my son may be plotting to kill me.”
“This beaut of my uncle, aunt and cousins was proudly displayed in their home for years.”
(submitted by Megan)
“How do you get a 7 year old into a smokey biker bar? Dress him up like you and parade him around as your personal mascot. I played a lot of pool during my youth while Dad drank beer with his friends. I still, to this day, hate motorcycles and all things leather. Thanks, Dad.”
(submitted by Will)
At my fathers calling hours last year, this gem popped up on the slideshow, providing much needed comic relief to me and my family. I had blocked this out, and for good reason. My step mother reminded me of a spring break trip to visit them in 1996 and her suggesting we take a nice picture. I’m not sure about nice, but we certainly did take a picture.
(submitted by Allison)