That post where the guy realizes heâs gonna be forgotten because he canât name his great grandparents. Canât relate. I know who all of my great grandparents and great great grandparents were and even though they all died long before I was born I have beef with each and every one of them.
Okay thereâs one great great grandfather Iâm unsure of the name of but thatâs related to my personal beef with him because he was one of those fuckers that moved around, changed his name, and probably had like three different wives that he abandoned. He mightâve been from Norway but nobody knows for sure with him because he was a lying bastard.
Also shoutout to my grandfatherâs stepmom who is the one great grandparent I donât have beef with and who made bathtub gin during prohibition and made a living playing the organ during silent movies.
The key to not being forgotten after youâre gone is either to be a huge bastard or be profoundly weird, is what Iâve learned. Maybe both. Personally Iâm going for weird.
Hey OP I think your family lineage is made up of DnD Bards (and a moonshiner for some reason)
I donât think so because my grandfather called my dad a faggot for wanting to go into theatre. Also if Iâm a dnd bard why canât I talk my way out of situations


























