What can YOU say in six sentences?
Jep, Jase, Willie, even Si make me giggle loudly like a three-year-old in church that doesn’t know any better. Sadly though, I don’t walk away after a half hour with my boys marinating in the warmth of redneck laughter.
Instead, my brain travels off into a my-family-is-no-different-than-these-prayin’-crazy-ass-philosophical-time-wastin’-millionaires scenario. Oh, what in the world could our version of a Duck Dynasty be?
Is it selling dirt cake, semen, funeral escapades, the old-school Depression-era hoarding philosophy, homemade rolls, common sense, or even sarcasm?
I’ve considered them all, but I have this strange theory that we are still one duck call away from a full load!