The other day I went to visit my little grandson, Mickey. He is only about three and a half years old, and just about goes Goo-Goo every time his dear old grandpa brings him his favorite lollipop. Of course, I'm referring to his other grandpa, with the lollipop... Personally, I never bring the kid a damn thing. Why should I? What the hell has that little shmuck ever done for me?
My advice to you this week? Use a rubber.
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