"O' for cry eye" is what my great grandma used to say when she was calling out these clowns....
and stood her spot. She explained to me what people could be and taught me how to be better around the kitchen.
My uncles would call me a pansy until I took them to the links, or the baseball field, or the hockey rink, or the one time it involved a running track.
got yer pansy right here.....
I miss those days. sort of.
just still miss grandma because she would tell this fucking idiot that he was full of shit and if he didn't like it he could get the fuck out.
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