My Only Bitchy Cousin Is A Yankeetype Guy The Exclusive !!link!! File
To truly understand, let me paint a picture. Last Thanksgiving, the family gathered at my parents’ house. Standard spread: turkey, gravy, cranberry from a can (the ridges present and accounted for). Normal people ate, laughed, unbuttoned their pants.
Complains about the humidity, calls everyone "kid" condescendingly, and owns three different versions of the same black turtleneck. my only bitchy cousin is a yankeetype guy the exclusive