On one hand, I am pissed at myself for the double post. On the other, I’m proud at my level of patheticy (Yes that’s a word. Okay, no, but you know what I mean) at having a double post ten minutes apart.
While you have her grandmother, parents, and preferably brothers, tell about that one time you and her were in this threesome when the cops busted the place for you illegal brewery and meth lab. And while laughing, explain how, in order for the police not to find the heroin, you had your wife hide it up her rectum.
Oh, and you can’t forget to tell about that time your wife caught you having sex with a 17 year old boy after she excaped from being tied up in the basement.
See, the family would be so happy to see you have such a good sense of humour.
At every moment, turn every conversation into a political discussion, where, before long, you call the family member a card-carrying commie who masterbates to pictures of Osama Bin Laden. Then compare either Bush or Clinton to Hitler.
Offer to present a pyrotechnic display, armed with a can of beans and a lighter.
Each time you feel the urge to defecate, do not announce that you have to “pinch off a loaf/drop a log/have to shit like a motherfucker.” Simply saying that you are going to “take a dump” is fine.