After being told all my life that I am of part-German descent, my mom has vehemently sworn that such a statement is no where near true. I fell into the deepest trap of commercial advertising and ordered an Ancestry DNA kit. And I guess it’s time to find out. Well, in six to eight weeks.
For the most part, anyone who places a bet on Irish will get a single penny. Both my grandmothers were born there, and I literally visited the farm that my grandma (may she rest peacefully) once lived in this past January.
All other bets will warrant different prizes like my undying love and affection based on how out of the blue or odd they are. So let’s have it, people. What in the fuck makes up the perceived mutt that is Carbie Courtney?