Drunk Uncle J

There are certain certainties in this world.  Drunk Uncles are one of them.  Who am I?  I'm the Peter Pan miscreant that your parents wished they'd disowned before that whole wedding toast thing and that your grandparents still enable (or at least did with an inheritance they knew I'd blow on booze.)

But seeing as we're family and I promised your dad I wouldn't say it around you after that time I taught you to say f*ck when you were three, I won't be saying f*ck. Or many of the words you know get the eye rolls from your parents and my other siblings when I say them.  Hey baby sis- BitCoin.

Just kidding.  About the BitCoin.  Not about the trying not to cuss too much.

So if you have any questions, feel free to use the Niece and Nephew portal over on the left.

Hey, did anyone see where I left my beer? Eh, why don't you go get me another one from the fridge so I can go out on recon for the lost soldier.  Thanks.