Oh, for crying out loud.
That’s where we had the family reunion last summer.
Some of my cousins got so drunk that they couldn’t unlock their camp trailers and ended up using rocks to eat the barbecue.
Oh, and don’t get all high-fallutin’ on me like your cousins don’t touch the demon rum.
Lol! If your family’s secret recipe is illegal, you might be a redneck.
Drinkers? In *my* family? You're only saying that because the children learn rope skipping using the phrase "jack and a beer back".