My daughter wants to go to the next GTG with me.
L-O-L
I'll tell ya' why (and I mean this with all the love in the world)...
First, to set it up ya' need to know there's this one particular TV show she just loves... she never misses it.
Anyway, I get back from the GTG and she asks if I had a good time, and what the guys were like.
I look at her and answer...
"Sweetheart, when I got there it was rainin' and no one was outside, but I found the building they were all sittin' in by following the smell of bacon. I step in the door and... just picture this... a huge family reunion... of the Duck Dynasty boys‼"
She looks at her mom and says, "I'm goin' next time‼ I don't give a sour owl squat what you say‼"
(OK... so she didn't actually use "sour owl squat"... but the word she did use ain't allowed here.)
Her poor mother ain't havin' a lot'a luck keepin' her completely the "proper lady" and such...
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