The grandfather who moved to Yugoslavia ...U. Gogh

The brother who accidentally bleached all his clothes white...Hue Gogh

The sister who wore a mini skirt and like to dance in bars... Go Gogh

The real obnoxious brother ... Please Gogh

The brother who ate prunes ... Gotta Gogh

The uncle who worked at a convenience store....Stop N Gogh

His dizzy aunt ...Verti Gogh

The cousin that moved to Illinois ...Chica Gogh

His magician uncle ... Wherediddy Gogh

The cousin who lived in Mexico ...Amee Gogh

Another cousin who lived in Mexico ....Grin Gogh

Nephew that drove a stage coach ...Wells Far Gogh

Uncle who was constipated ... Cant Gogh

Aunt who was a good dancer ..... Tan Gogh

the cousine who owned a fruits farm ... Man Gogh

the niece who worked in McDonald's ...Forhereor T. Gogh

Four surgeons were taking a coffee break and were discussing their work. The first said, "I think accountants are the easiest to operate on. You open them up and everything inside is numbered."

The second said, "I think librarians are the easiest to operate on. You open them up and everything inside is in alphabetical order."

The third said, "I like to operate on electricians. You open them up and everything inside is color-coded.

The fourth one said, "I like to operate on lawyers. They're heartless spineless, gutless, and their heads and their ass are interchangeable."

It's 1860. The decade of gunslingers and gentlemen. This is a true story of one such young man that wanted more than anything to be the fastest and most respected gunslinger in the west.

The place was Deadman, Kansas in the Sawdust saloon. The young man walked into the Sawdust saloon and to his surprise he saw Bat Masterson sitting at a table playing poker. The young man walked up to Bat and said, "Mr. Masterson, I would like to be a gunslinger just like you. Could you give me some tips?"

Bat Masterson put his cards down, looked up at the boy and said, "Son, I don't usually give out tips like this cause it could someday be detrimental to my health, but step back and let me take a look at you."

The boy stepped back and Mr. Masterson said, "You look good. You're wearing black, you've got two pearl handled guns with waxed holsters, and you look like a gunslinger. But what's more important son is, can you shoot?"

The young man, happy to show how good he was, quickly drew his pistol from his right holster and without aiming shot the cuff link off of the piano player's right sleeve.

Bat Masterson said, "That's good shooting son, but can you shoot with you left hand?" Before Masterson could even finish, the boy had already drawn the pistol from his left holster and shot the cuff link off of the piano player's left shirt sleeve. Very proud of himself the young man blew the smoke away from his six shooter and holstered his gun. "How was that?" the boy asked Masterson.

Bat Masterson smiled and looked up and the boy and said, "That was pretty good shooting son. I couldn't do much better than that myself, but I do have one good tip for you." "What's that?" the boy asked. "Well," Masterson said, "I suggest that you go to the kitchen and ask the cook for a large can of lard. Then take both guns of yours and stick them down deep in the lard."

Puzzled the young gunslinger asked Masterson why he should do that. Masterson put his cards down for the second time, leaned back in his chair and said, "Well son, when Wyatt Earp gets done playing the piano over there, he's going to take those two guns of yours and stick them right up your ass!"