Y'all may "CSB" or TL;DR me on this one, but I'm thinking that since this is the OB/not OT, y'all may appreciate this.
I have an older cousin, and as a kid I idolized this guy. I'm 46 - he's prolly 52 now. He was only a 3rd cousin, but we saw him/his family everytime we came to North Louisiana as a kid.
Anyway, this dude was "all man". Most of the times I saw him, we'd be headed back to South Louisiana on a Sunday after visiting my grandparents, so this was usually on like a Sunday morning. We'd stop by there house in Winnfield, usually about 9:00, and he was usually
limping around from his Friday night football game, or his Saturday night bull riding. He was a freakin stud on some Ricky Chatman/Jeffery Dale Winnfield football teams.
I'm giving you all the background information because the story won't mean as much without it.
Anyway, he was an only child, and his dad was one of these tough guys types. Marine, fought in Korea. All his dad wanted was this "manly type" son. When this cousin/his son I've been telling y'all about was about 5, and his dad asked him what he wanted for Christmans, he said "ironbode". They thought he wanted an ironing borad. His dad was like "WTF??" - NO, I'VE GOT A GAY SON!!!".
Anyway, his mom, who was as puzzed as his dad, took him to the store to show her what kind of "ironbode", he wanted, and he went straight to the "bow and arrows". He wanted an "arrowandbow".
This post was edited on 10/9 at 8:54 am