ME: Hi, Grammy! Are you here?
GRAMMY: Am I here? Of course I’m here. Where do you think I’d be? Out with my twenty year-old boy toy in a red hot sports car, suckin’ up the night life? Geez, Barbara, I’m a hundred years old. Where the hell’s your brain?
ME: Sorry, Grammy. I just came over to help you celebrate your birthday. I brought cake.
GRAMMY: Cake? Yeah, I’ll gum that sucka to death. Why didn’t you bring me any smokes? I’m on my last pack. And a fifth of Jack Daniels might have been nice to help with the friggin arthritis.
ME: Sorry, Grammy. I thought you’d like cake.
GRAMMY: I used to like cake. Beefcake. Haven’t had any of that in a while. (sigh) Oh, well. Light her up, Barb. I’m out of matches.
GRAMMY: Am I here? Of course I’m here. Where do you think I’d be? Out with my twenty year-old boy toy in a red hot sports car, suckin’ up the night life? Geez, Barbara, I’m a hundred years old. Where the hell’s your brain?
ME: Sorry, Grammy. I just came over to help you celebrate your birthday. I brought cake.
GRAMMY: Cake? Yeah, I’ll gum that sucka to death. Why didn’t you bring me any smokes? I’m on my last pack. And a fifth of Jack Daniels might have been nice to help with the friggin arthritis.
ME: Sorry, Grammy. I thought you’d like cake.
GRAMMY: I used to like cake. Beefcake. Haven’t had any of that in a while. (sigh) Oh, well. Light her up, Barb. I’m out of matches.
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