So last Thanksgiving, my family rented a cabin in the mountains. One night, at bedtime, everyone was going to sleep. My Uncle Danny had been drinking a bunch of beer and then he drank a whole bottle of wine. He went out on the balcony and threw up into the woods. Afterwards, he came back inside, turned the big screen tv up really loud, and ate a whole pumpkin pie. My brother and my cousin were still awake and he told them he was going to cut their hearts out. Then my grandma woke up and told him to keep it down because people were sleeping. This doesn't make sense, but he said, "Don't fuckin' talk back, I hate God." Finally my dad woke up and made my Uncle Danny go to bed. He finally fell asleep, but not before saying to my grandma, "I'm gonna go get my ax." It was a crazy night and luckily he did not really have an ax, so no one died that night.