Such Class

Once a year, on Christmas Eve, we go to my aunt and uncles house. I do NOT look forward to this as everyone there smokes like a chimney, talks like trash, and yell at each other rather than just talk like normal human beings. I was not suprised when I walked in the house that I saw a Holiday Billy The Bass mounted on the wall. And I was even less suprised when one of my relatives opened his present and pulled out a golf shirt embroidered with the Hooter's logo. Everyone there thought this was a really great present, a really nice article of clothing. It was NOT a joke gift in the least. Quite the opposite. If my dad even considered wearing a shirt like that, I'd die.

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