Except this one's not really a joke. It's more a funny little tale. Mama, Daddy, Rachel and I were visiting Mama's parents in rural north Georgia. Rachel and I were having a blast going through Mama's high school yearbooks, because the vast majority of people in them looked like they crawled out from under the bed on The X-Files - seriously country looking folk. We happened upon one particularly unfortunate looking fellow and collapsed in a fit of giggles. My mother took the yearbook to see about whom we were being total a-holes.
Mama: Oh, that's Gopher!
Me and Rachel: WHAT?! His name is GOPHER?
Mama: No, that's just what we called him.
Granddaddy: He really did look like a Gopher.
Grandmama: No one in that family was very good looking.
Granddaddy: I went to school with Gopher's mother! We called her Rat Jaws.
Now every time we visit we talk about Gopher and Rat Jaws. Family bonding is so special.
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Thanks for sharing that family moment. We sound wonderful, don't we?
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