Sounds like my family reunion last July.
We heave all kinds of animals at each other.
My cousin Mike threw a emu at me.
I didn’t even know what an emu was.
Dang near took my head off.
I got him back.
I threw a possum at him.
It was a 9mm possum.
He always was the fastest cousin.
Not the brightest, though.
My cousin Marty is the smart one.
He can do quadratic equations, whatever the heck those are.
He tried to be the next Evil Knievel.
He was in Las Vegas and going to jump like twenty buses.
You should have seen the looks on the bus drivers faces.
Please invite me the next time you dare to bring out your relatives from the overcrowded attic for another family reunion. I’ll bring some roadkill. Can’t promise it’ll be chickens though, so don’t go getting all excited.
(Thank you for the laughter, Blue! God bless you.)