Blog #2
Do you know that I have a tattoo of Bacon on my arm? Sure enough, I was trying to figure out the whole family crest thing when I realized that we really didn’t have one or more to the point that the family could never decide on what was the actual crest…it then dawned on me that most family crests derive from the oldest male in the family going out to the woodshed or workhouse or someplace away from their lady folk, have a few snootfuls of mead or grog or Heineken with other men folk scribble something on a wood shingle and present it to the family as the official crest. Now if you don’t believe me, I ask you this: Why does almost every crest that you have seen look like a shield in a bugs bunny cartoon? Huh? Answer me that one smarty-pants. So any who I’ve decided that I should start my own family crest so I had my tattoo artist design a shield (my homage to the wascally wabbit) with a big ‘M’ in the middle for Morty and around it I had him place different items that remind me of my direct siblings…..so there is a rifle for one brother a guitar for another and so on and so on until I got everyone in there, he then asked me what about you and I thought long and hard about what best describes me and came up with two pieces of bacon…Why?
Because Bacon Tastes Good
Nuff said.
Next up Jesus and the Cheeseburger
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