Truely was a spiritual experience holding my coolazz 1st born grandchild/son...especially after raising three daughters..felt all giddy and shid ask'in him rediculouse stuff like..Wanna go for a ride on grandpas busa?...just to hear my daughter scold..."NO DAD!"...lol..and...Wanna go huntin whitetail with grandpa?...(daughter/mom didnt say anything on that one...heck...she was 1/2 raised on venison and loves it lol).
Hadta laugh at myself in the hospitol mens room...<enter sick thought>...
"1st time i got held hostage by a toilet bowl"
Freak'in auto flush was triggering every time i finished wiping and would wet my azz like a buday!...repeat...repeat...repeat..
then i finally stood up and dried my wet azz...guess a smart man would've only got sucker twice...but not me...3 x's...below average?..or just excited 'bout the new grandson?
guess i'm still a tad dain bamaged but gettin better everyday..hey...i gotta believe what i gotta believe...so lemme believe it!
Was at the hospitol all day and night...had lunch & dinner there..Oren and i just got back home...and the ride home was awesome...just cruisin and thinking about how cool life...well?..."is"
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