If Them Arms Ain't Flappin...
Welcome back to Bloodline Banter, where our childhood résumé includes forged documents and minor kitchen arson.
This week we finally tell the story of how our friendship actually started: a county fair, a laminated FFA badge, and just enough Sharpie to get away with it. That “community service” turned into fraud and we actually don’t think anything has ever been more on brand for us.
We then of course spiral into more unbelievable family stories that involve Granny Jewel and tasers, French toast catching on fire, pouring water on a grease fire (maybe don’t do that), and why our kitchen once…
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