Where I Come From

Today, I woke up from my nap at my parents' house to find a stranger bartering with my mom to buy/trade for her golf cart.

Turns out that he used to do odd jobs for my dad, so he's not a total stranger.  Just an "old peg-legged drunk who's lookin' for some help".

Ummm... yeah. The man had one leg and drove up on a lawn mower.

This is where I come from, y'all.  I can't even make it up.

I'm locking the door before I take another nap.