It was so exciting I still keep it in a little frame.
|Everyone's got one. Mine plays the harmonica & reportedly used to crossdress (am I remembering that right?)|
The last highlight was when DBWM Uncle nonchalantly grabbed a friendly-looking breast that happened to be attached to me. Now, he's drunk but well-meaning, not one of those uncles, so I loudly and publicly told him to keep his mitts off Thelma and Louise and called it a day. That was one drink in the drinking game.
William and I only drained our glasses when I approached D(etc.) Uncle's kinda sorta common-law wife (they'd been living together on a boat for a few years, so that means...something? Maybe?) hoping she'd wrangle him before he made even more of an ass out of himself.
"Your husband just grabbed my breast."
She took a long sip from what my memory has turned into a red go-cup, and looked at me, unimpressed and unfazed.
"Well. He's your uncle."