I am so mean.
Me: *walks into office, sniffs*
Me: "You went for a smoke."
91: "Yes, I did."
Me: "You smell like my grandpa."
91: "Does he smoke cigars?"
Me: "No."
Me: "That should worry you."
*pause*
Dispatcher: *Bursts into hysterical laughter*
6.29.2007
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I kind of get it, kind of don't. I do like having a good nose for smoking though. Back when Trevor smoked he would show up at Comic House on Friday evening and a soon as I opened, the door, I'd look at him and say "You smoked!" "Wha--?! At like nine this morning!" "Grr..."
So where IS your grandpa these days? I don't mean to sound rude, but is the man still alive? If memory serves... (swiss cheese)... he had himself a younger girlfriend after your grandma died?! Or do I misremember?
Yeah, he's still alive and sending me annoying chain letters about mexicans. He ended up marrying her a few years ago (see http://teaislove.blogspot.com/2005/09/fridays-always-make-me-motivated.html for the drama on that one), but she's actually five or so years older.
We don't really talk.
*blink*... Just read old post about gramps... *blink* Where the HELL does he get off thinking/telling you he thinks that you hold him responsible for your moms death?! That is all kinds of fucked up. There is obviously some weird kind of guilt trip going on in his head. Aside from the patent on crazy he obviously holds.
my entire family has a patent on crazy. We've made it a bit of an industry.
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