Most of you know we've recently moved out to "the boonies" (as my wife puts it) within the last year. We are on a well and have a septic tank which from Steph's point of view means we are essentially isolated from civilization and may as well be living in a mud hut with a thatched roof.
It seems to have rubbed off a little too well on our eldest son:
John Deere Gator - Check
Circa 1980's shades - Check
All he needs is to lose a few teeth, some cut-off jean shorts, and a case of Natural Ice in the bed, and he'd be an official Nerk-ian... (that would be a person that lives in Newark, the next town over. Its not Newark, its Nerk)

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