Eh, it's a tricky situation. I don't know much about my family because the American branch begins at my great grandfather and ends with me. The rest of it is a mystery to me. We could be Sino-Russo-Mexican for all I know!

Biologically, my last name doesn't even belong to me. My father took it from the person who adopted him. I have no idea what my name would be otherwise nor where his father's from.

But I've gathered enough about my family to know that we're pretty much mutts, as is typical of most families who've been in America for a while.

Then again, I don't really give a damn about any of this. I look Scandinavian, anyway.

My mother's side of the family is the German one (the ones that didn't show up in the US until the fifties), my dad's side are a bunch of coal mining hicks from Tennessee and shadowy mafioso from New Jersey from what I've been able to gather.

My great-grandfather "did some things" for certain people in Pittsburgh, from what I understand. I didn't really ask further into it. Man had fists as big as your head, though, so I could see why.

GODDAMNIT, WILLIE

Ponies, ehh?

All I know about my family is that only one of my Mom's siblings and her family are cool, and the rest are losers who blame their shortcomings on everything but themselves. And my dad's side is full of people I don't know anything about, at all. I don't think he cares to talk to/about them much.
They're not bad people; they're just really boring.

OR SPIES. :eek

I'm pretty sure a lady on my street is a spook. Her lawn is never cared for, and we never see her enter or leave her house; just sometimes, the lights are back on. I think that she has an elaborate underground tunnel system to get to her headquarters.
Or other people's houses....
Dun dun duuuuuun
Am I funny yet, guys?
Guys?

That's got to be pretty terrifying considering I wear a size 7 7/8 hat. That's 25 inches :chatter.

I meant generally. Everyone can plainly see you've got a massive head.

:lol

Most people dread wearing their bathing suit to the beach, I dread going hat shopping.

Sounds like a shut in.

no i added him on facebook

or at least i think that's what it is

could be ponies i guess

I was wondering why I have two sausages. Don't get me wrong, I love italian sausages just as much as the next man does, but I'm more of a pickle guy myself.

they could be pickled sausages like they have sometimes in bars and shitty convenience stores

inn'ernet ponies

When I stopped by a WalMart in Florida, I saw multiple shelves filled with giant jars of pickled pig feet. What the fuck, Florida

Hey, don't knock the pickled pigs feet! Those motherfuckers are delicious! Not only do they taste like a chewy pickled sausage, but it looks kind of like you're eating a baby's leg/arm so you also get to feel like a zombie, or a cannibal, or whatever your bizarre fantasy is!

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SHUT UP DIDLO

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