ME: Grammy? Grammy, wake up.
GRAMMY: Huh? What?
ME: You nodded off for a minute, Grammy.
GRAMMY: And you just had to wake me up, didn’t you? Couldn’t let an old woman grab a little ass . . . nap . . . in the middle of the afternoon. I’m a hundred years old, Barbara. You could cut me a little slack!
ME: Sorry, Grammy. I thought you enjoyed my company.
GRAMMY: I do. But that dream was a hell of a lot better than looking at you. I haven’t seen that much skin since Sodom and Gomorrah.
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Who IS that man on those people's asses?
And wouldn't you know it, the word verification for this comment is arspla!
I don't know, but I'm betting they don't like him.
It looks like the love-child of Allen Funt and Robert Novak.
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