It goes like this:
My brother and I are the last sons in the line, in fact we are the last people in our family line considering my dad was the only one out of all the kids to have kids of his own. My great uncles and grandpa are getting old, my dad and uncle are to busy to do farm work. My brother is not interested in anything that does not have anything to do with a basketball.
Guess who gets stuck removing this kudzu every summer?
At least this land will be mine someday, and when that day comes I plan on killing and eating all of the cows and putting the land to good use.