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Post by FuZzNuT-[TU]- on Jan 6, 2008 2:38:13 GMT -5
i got a funny story. well a funny story about what happened at my grandmas funeral. she passed away in '99. i was pretty close to her. anyways. my white trash uncle came to the funeral smashed drunk. his way of grieving I guess. while the preacher was preaching he was talking to some tree babbling stupid drunk stuff, telling the tree about how when your heart aint going to take no more it wont take no more etc etc. the mortician was this huge guy name Don. him and everyone else were kind of lookng at my uncle off and on between the preachers irreleevant ramblings. finally he motioned for my uncle to come over to him. my uncle staggered over behind everyone and the mortician was trying to tell him to not babble so much and be respectful etc. while he was doing this my uncle was so smashed drunk he started falling over while the mortician was scolding him. the mortician reached over to steady him and my drunk uncle who is about 5 foot nothing standing against a 7 foot tall mortician took offense. i guess my uncle jumped back away from his grasp and yelled at him 'YOU DING-DONG MOTHER FUCKER!' so we were all trying to politely listen to the preacher babble when all the sudden we hear my uncle yell from somewhere in the back 'YOU DING DONG MOTHER FUCKER!' over the years my memory and sense of humor about it have knd of altered my memory i guess. I remember the preacher saying 'AND THE LORD SAID' with my uncle's interjection: "YOU DING-DONG MOTHER FUCKER!" selective memory is great. my grandma was watching and laughing her ass off i'm sure. AND THE LORD SAID: YOU DING-DONG MOTHER FUCKER!
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