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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....





I had my first taste of Jameson at my Irish Grandfather's wake. I was seven. Rumor has it that that he actually spent his last years waking up that very way with one of his granddaughters, my cousin. But that was the seventies and it's really neither here nor there, because Faux Monkey ain't getting it from anyone.