This is my Uncle Rick. Because my Grandmother recently decided to marry a younger man with a son, I have to call this sucky kid Uncle and treat him with respect. He doesn't even have a pickup truck to let me sit in the back of when we go on beer runs. Nor does he listen to heavy metal tapes, and on my birthday he didn't even get me the Megadeth t-shirt I wanted. I just got a card with a check that was from the both of them, even though I got the same $25 bucks that I got last year before she even met him.
