Grumpy went from being most reviled to most beloved son-in-law (easy to do when you're the only son-in-law) when he managed to fix Ern's car CD player for him.
He (Ern) left yesterday for a two-week fishing trip and he was a little down in the mouth at the prospect of no music as he bounced along this dirt road and that.
Ern's cousin, a sensitive poet type, is coming over from Sydney to keep him company. He is in for an intensive two-week inculcation into the world of fishing, camping, Johnny Cash, Marty Robbins, Dolly Parton...and beer. Lots of beer.
The cousin's wife, a pretentious artistic type, is going to be ever so pleased. She told my uncle, Abacus, she didn't want the cousin to go on the trip lest he drink too much and get eaten by a crocodile. Ern said, "Abacus should have told her she had nothing to worry about - he certainly won't get eaten by a crocodile."
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Look, the crocodile thing is not an issue. Really. These days, any old grandma can wrestle one.
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