My father, the deer hunter, loved to travel. I still remember his advice. “Go to Venice, son.“
They gave my mother’s sister a speeding ticket, which hurts my fine auntses.
My mom’s coat was stolen. It’s a mother-frocking tragedy.
My mother’s sister was bitten by a snake. I will carefully suck the poison. That’s the antidote.
My grandma always gives me the benefit of the dote.
In Dubai, is it true the Shake Mo’Hammock orders his wife to rock him to sleep?
Sick of hanging out with his aunt’s kids at family reunions, Newton went off and formulated the law of cousin affect.
When I have to kiss my relatives at family functions, it’s like the coming of the pack o’ lips.
My daughter asked to go tobogganing. I said “Not with that sleddy outfit!”
My grandfather once shoplifted a popular video game. Years later, they tracked me down and said “You shall pay for The Sims of your forefathers.“