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It's a moot point, and unprovable pro or con. As Lou pointed out, we can always search the early stuff for a laugh.

Something to ponder: in 2004 my Dad was vibrant, working, and full of life. He wrote short stories for publication on the side and was working on a novel. He loved travel, food, fine wine and obscure cigars. He was the coolest Granddad our kids could ever want. He was beloved by everyone he interacted with. In 2011 he is dead and has been for a couple years now. Point being, people change. Not always for the better.




werd... my grandfather was 85+ when he came to visit. he retired to north carolina after living his entire life in the northeast. he was hundred percent irish alcoholic and pure genius. that is he was piss poor and lived twelve pack to twelve pack. anyways.. my last memory of him was after sunday dinner he and my old man were talking and apparently my dad was whining in some way shape or form. i dont know the details.i only know the words i heard...
what did you expect? to wake up to a blow job and the rest of the day would be uphill from there? curse of the irish and monks reminds me of that sometimes....
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