My great-great-great uncle - or maybe it's only two 'greats' - crossbred the first Aberdeen Angus.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
There might well have been an Irish great-great-grandfather of mine back then in the 1800s.
Angus is a pretty crappy name.
I'm an Angus King independent.
My great grandparents are Scottish, and I have this very tenuous connection which I try and bump up whenever I can, because I'd much rather be Scottish than English.
I'm the great-great-grandson of a sheep stealer.
I grew up in a world that was clannish - old Tasmanian-Irish families with big extended families.
They've got great parents; I'm just trying to be the fun uncle.
My dad has done a bit of research on our family tree, and we can trace it quite far back. My dad believes he has traced us back to being a great-great-great-great-great-great cousin of Wellington.
As a matter of fact, I am an uncle. I have nine nephews and nieces. I'm not sure if they think I'm all that quick with a quip. But I'm quick with a spank.
My father is a great grandfather. He's a wonderful grandfather, but he's a terrible husband.
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