This is the beginning of a whole new genre of writing. Invent wacky relatives, re-invent your RL relatives until they're unrecognizable! Oh, the possibilities!!
Now, who's going to go first?
Posted by Ramble Damsel on :
I guess I'll be going first.
My sister Kathryn never outgrew being the spoiled baby of the family. She thinks the world revolves around her, she's manipulative and selfish and superficial and greedy, and she has appalling taste in music.
But blood is thicker than water, and I love her.
Posted by He Who Wanders on :
My great-grandfather was shot to death by his own son. The reason? Voting for Woodrow Wilson.
Posted by Quislet, Esq. on :
My grandfather met my grandmother through her father. Grandpa knew her father from patronizing the brothel great grandpa owned. grandma never worked in the brothel. Or so she said.
Posted by Rockhopper Lad on :
My Grand-Aunt Eulalia refused ever to be naked. She wore a special dressing-gown when she was changing clothes so she would always have something on.
Posted by Set on :
In post WW2 Paris, my grandmother made a living off of prostitution.
She wasn't a prostitute herself, mind you, she worked for the police, going out to round up the working girls for their weekly checkups and STD shots.
It's always fun to start with the first sentence, and watch the eyebrows shoot up.
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