nobody but aj will care about this, i predict:
So anyway, today I mentioned how it's Burns Night yesterday (25th) and how Dunedin has the very appropriate memorials to that man - two pubs, a liquor store and a statue of him sitting down so he's got a lap and people climb up there and get trashed - also he is always decorated during orientation week, with like hats, scarves and fairy wings and shit...ANYWAY. So I was rambling about his thousands of illegitimate spawn and my mother was like YOU KNOW, WE'RE ACTUALFAX RELATED TO HIM. Like, on the Begg side of the family, a great-great-great somebody married like...his niece or something, I bet Grandma knows (she knows all this family tree shit), anyway, like a direct relative, the next step out.
And then she was like SO I GUESS IT MAKES SENSE WE'RE A FAMILY FULL OF DRUNKS, AMIRITE? My great-grandfather, Archibald Begg (he was a bamf I will not hear otherwise), his picture is up over this bar in Dunedin because he spent so much fucking money in there he basically single-handedly financed the remodelling. So they put his picture up.
...my family. idek.