I grew up in a long line of epic Texas story tellers in my family. This one ranks right at the top of the heap.

Reminds me of a story of my grandfather's Airstream trailer. Somehow while attempting to drain the blackwater tank (while his wife was in the shower), he managed to fill it with water, forcing shit back up through the drains. To hear the story, it was like the playdough spaghetti maker forcing shit back through the drain. And my grandmother, Edith (great name for her generation) kept the cleanest house you've ever seen. The filthy curses coming out of her mouth at her husband were epic!

I wish I could tell a story like this gentleman.

Sticks of dynamite in the trunk, those were the good old days.