Tuesday, October 20, 2009

I'm My Own Grandpa

I have this strange predicament. I’m my own grandpa. This isn’t as strange as it sounds here in the South. Ray Stepens has the same problem, but he put his to music. Here tis:


Undersand, now? No! Okay, here's the same song with a flow chart.

Got it now? Still no? Damn, you Yankees just don't get family do ya?

9 comments:

Hope said...

here is me commenting and I'm sure Heather will follow. RIGHT HEATHER???lol

Coffeypot said...

Hope, I see you did...you are a good head, aren't you?

The Peach Tart said...

You gotta love the South

Secretia said...

Well my father was the son a an ape.

♥georgie♥ said...

I am not laughing i am not laughing...okay i soooo LAUGHED!

Heather Leigh said...

Yes, yes, here I am, leaving the obligatory comment. Wouldn't want Coffeypot calling me names again.

This song is actually the theme song for some of my extended family. You know, the ones that need a little bleach in their gene pool.

Ray Stephens is a classic. "Don't look Ethel!!!"

SuvvyGirl said...

LOL Love that song, I've quoted it many a time :P

Olly said...

Jeez, my husband' neice (brother's daughter) married my husband's sister's husband's brother. If that isn't confusing enough, there are a bunch of little girls in the family who call them selves cousins, just to keep it simple.

Biddie said...

Omg, I used to love Ray Stevens! Thanks for the memories :)