Nothing quite says "baby's christening" like a big mechanical bull... right?
Yes, I've just just spent the past half hour shamelessly judging the most redneck members of my distant relations (I can't stress the term DISTANT quite enough!).
They have just posted pictures to facebook of themselves enjoying a day out at their baby's baptism... Having hired a great big mechanical bull for the reception afterwards.
I really wish this was some clever metaphor. But alas, it is nothing of the sort.
The baby's mother is having a whale of a time, in a see-thru floral dress, her flabby white thighs clinging to the robotic rodeo they have rented for baby's big day.
And the grandmother (my dad's cousin's wife) seems to be quite the conoisseur of riding cowgirl, as she tosses about in her dishevelled clothes, with just a glimpse of nipple hanging out.
Oh Gosh, I think I was just sick a bit in my mouth.
Is a mechanical bull really appropriate for a baby's christening!? And why do people who have never been to Church in their lives insist on christening their illigitimate offspring?
Please tell me I'm not the only one with inappropriate relations? It's about time we started a support thread for those with embarrassing extended families! Please discuss yours here and make me feel a bit better about my own! ;D