I’m a grandpops, a kind-hearted old man, therefore it’s my job to love my grandson. He visits me here in the home sometimes, brings magazines to keep me occupied. But if you ask me, and I’ll tell it to you straight, the goddamn kid needs to get himself a life. I didn’t really raise my son to have a bastard, and I certainly didn’t expect no goodie-two-shoes bastard. He’s never even gotten himself in a fight at school. I tried to punch him once, and he thought I was just kidding around. Little punk. Bring me pornos, not Motor Trend.
GrandpopsIn by Chris on November 23, 2010 at 6:50 pm