- Reaction score
- 696
- Location
- A state of confusion...
Until the White Horse Cafe came on over her rudimentary cable connection and she had a couple of sneaky beers years after my grandpa died.... then she'd start woot wooting about the tight buns of the cowboys dancing, and I was like "no grandma... that's gross. But those young women with tiny spinning skirts are hot as hell"...
Then she would wax lyrical about how she needed to find a nice widow doctor with tight buns, and I was like, "grandma, you meet a nice fellow, widow or not, young or old, who cares about you, I'm all onboard".... then she would sob and laugh and sob and laugh... then we'd we laugh at that....and then she would say that my grandpa was the only man she ever loved.... but she wasn't dead... and old women still can be horny... and we'd laugh more.
Ahh id have had a beer with her she sound fun and kind, but i would have kept my buns to the wall, prison rules.