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Okay, so who has a cool, quirky relative who the holidays would be totally dull without?
I have an aunt who is a respected museum curator and graphic designer... you'd never know she's also into big bikes (she had this outrageous BMW cruiser for a while) and bear hunting. She's got awesome stories and it's impossible not to laugh around her.
Who else?
my uncle thats not really my uncle, just a bloke my dad loaned an orbital sanded too once. we play this game where we have to guess whats in the box.
its a secret kids game and no one ever guess's but once it was really gooey and my sister got a really icky hand.
i like it when he comes round.
Stinky, you have an aunt who hunts bears?
I have an adopted cousin who has, I think, some form of bipolar disorder and yet has never yet been evaluated or treated. (She may have more fun just being herself.) She's unique and unpredictable and, on the upswings, you never know what sort of voice she'll be talking with, what stories she'll be telling, or what she'll be wearing. If she's low, you usually can't interact with her at all. She's just there and droopy and quiet, which is sad to see because I know she's really not feeling good when she's in that phase. She's probably my most quirky relative, but she doesn't have any interesting hobbies like bear hunting!
I guess that I'm the quirky relative, because everyone else seems normal.
Me too! And i thought i was the only one...Quote:
Originally Posted by beachguy in thongs
Last time I went bear hunting, my friend and I sepatrated when we found tracks that split off, About 2 hours after separating I hear his shots and turned around and the bear I was traking was fukin like 20 yards behind me. I dont know how he got around me so fast, so I started shooting too. Any way after feild dressing, I went back to get some help to drag it back, I found my friend dragging his back, I was about to help when the fuckin bear he was dragging started moving and took a swip at him. I freaked and had a side arm and just started to rip on this bear. After finaly killing it , I asked didnt you even check, he said what do you want me to do check for a pules? We stood their arguing when the frekin bear moved again. This time we both stood over it and unloaded in its head, it is morbid but its was halarious, like the part with the cow, in me, my self and Iren. So we dressed the bear right their and then continued to taked him to camp, the conversatin on the way back was crazey.