Don't get me wrong, I love my family. (even though, turns out, I'm related to the creepy dude) But a lot of them like having a beer. A lot. And sometimes they cuss, and most times, you can smell the alcohol one some. But I love them. It's hard not to. They love to joke, they don't take much of anything seriously. They are always up for a good time. I have 2 uncles: Uncle Ray (or just Ray, or Baby Ray) And Uncle Glen (the one who is actually my cousin), who I, and the rest of the family, really enjoy being around. So, for all their quirks, I still love all of them. (even the creepy dude a little)
