Today was a very bad day. I found out that I wasn't part indian but part white.
My grand relatives tried to cover it up and was ashamed of it. One of my uncles was "very shocked" and cursed the doctors out saying "What the Bleep do you think. Do I look white to you? Do I look like I got a ounce of white in me? Bleeping doctors. Bleepidy bleep bleep". So he went to the only source that was still alive, and wouldn't have a stroke at the thought of it, to check up on this. Confirmed and not some G. Washingtion loong time ago, but my great great gran daddy
the ladies liked my indian stories. Don't disown me Vedder. Hope I can still join that all black clan. crap crap crap
I found out how one of my uncles, the one that I thought was the coolest because he had a top of the line, computerized voice controlled jeep that he had custom made for him in 1992, died. He was a smart guy, worked in the Library of Congress, and was trying to work his way into the white house. So I found out he was gay, and died of aids. I liked it better when I didn't know. He even tricked us saying M.C. Hammer's "Have you seen her" was his favorite song while we rode in his high tech jeep (me and my cousins + him. Toy run etc etc, take a visit to prison to learn how not to go to prison.. oh crapp thinking about it.. no I'd rather not). Yea darn my other uncle for ruining that particular uncle for me. Not that there's anything wrong with gay people, I just wish I had my uncle around more to get more toys and trips on the rickety mississippi bridge (an old one). Dude had a lot of green.
Found out my grandmother died with thousands in the bank that she refused to claim. She was getting loads of money at one point monthly (death to second husband situation). So at one point she figured she should stop accepting it, and this was before I was born. Do'h
Oh also one of my uncles and his friend found a crap load of cash hidden under some hay. They splitted it and my uncle gave it to my grandmother. Apparently the cops (crooked) obtained it somehow (maybe my grandmother told them about it), and the other guy never lost his half.
More stuff but I'm sure I need a blog at this point. I tried that once though and all I did was talk about a spicy salad I had one day.
I had one more thing about getting the fine girls that like to sit by them self at a restaurant or club but this would probably cause more slaps than taps.