"Well, anyway.. he shows up at the church in his golf pants, caked in mud. Well, ol' Bill Brasky pushes the priest aside and says, "I'll baptize that piece of calamari!" Then he pours Scotch all over my baby son and says, "There! You're baptized!""

This post is solely and completely an inside joke devoted to one of my very favorite family members, Jeffrey, who brought this up over Mother's Day dinner tonight and nearly had me choking with laughter on my Brown's Chicken, just when I needed it.

Dude, I could not find a video for this but I am still looking.

UPDATE! Thanks to Dena - thanks, Dena! - we have video!

Posted by Erin at 09:25 PM | filed under: Random Stupidity