My grandmother died in the 60’s, but her birthday is coming up, and that always causes me to reminisce:
The long walks we used to take to the shop in town, the 5 cents she gave me for meaningless jobs like pulling weeds or cleaning off the driveway.
Her soothing hands when I would get hurt.
But the thing I remember most was her sage advice. Once when I was about 13, we were sitting in the park enjoying a cookie and a Coke. She told me that one day I would find a wonderful woman and start my own family.
Always remember this,” she said. “Be sure you marry a woman with small hands.”
“How come, Grandma?” She smiled and said gently,
”Makes your dick look bigger.”
Grandma was so special.
The long walks we used to take to the shop in town, the 5 cents she gave me for meaningless jobs like pulling weeds or cleaning off the driveway.
Her soothing hands when I would get hurt.
But the thing I remember most was her sage advice. Once when I was about 13, we were sitting in the park enjoying a cookie and a Coke. She told me that one day I would find a wonderful woman and start my own family.
Always remember this,” she said. “Be sure you marry a woman with small hands.”
“How come, Grandma?” She smiled and said gently,
”Makes your dick look bigger.”
Grandma was so special.
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