
Every year growing up, we went to our Grandparent's home for Christmas. After all the gifts, eating, laughing, and vocal programs/skits, we would do a "White Elephant Gift Exchange." Y'all know what I'm talking about, right??? You bring a crazy gift and pass them around opening/trading until you end up with your "prize." Well, this year SOMEONE brought underwear and this GOT GAS? license plate (I'll admit I brought the plate BUT NOT the underwear...YIKES!). Well, Rusty ended with the plate and Clint the underwear (I might be wrong on who got what, but for this story, that's how it was). Everyone who knows Rusty can vouch that the license plate could not have gone to a more rightful owner. As for the underwear, I don't think the gift itself was as disturbing as seeing Rusty try it on and Clint bite them while posing.
Again...FOR THOSE WHO KNOW THE BISHOPS, this is just about right. Since so many people that knew us growing up view this blog, I wanted to share a little jaunt down memory lane.
To those that are new and don't know my family...MY SINCEREST CONDOLENCES if I have hurt your tender sensibilities. For those who know us well, enjoy the truly disturbing image -- one of MANY, I assure you!!!
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