Why did I read that headline as "angry angry grandma's"???

My grandmother is like five feet tall and on oxygen, yet I'm terrified of her. I'll walk up to strangers in bars and cockpunch them before I'd dream of mouthing off to her.

Farking grandmothers. How do they work?

My Grandma jammed the side-edge of a concrete birdbath into my teeth back in 78/79, because I was whining like a biatch about having to help her clean her countless birdbaths.

As the blood flowed and I exclaimed, "look what you did!", she told me to just try and man up... even a little bit.

I miss that woman.

Grandamas are grand.

That's what you get for not getting off her lawn.

One more thing..
"Somehow, the girl got a cut about three-quarters of an inch long inside one of her ears."

Somehow...mmm...somehow.

Stay Cool Babylon: My grandmother is like five feet tall and on oxygen, yet I'm terrified of her. I'll walk up to strangers in bars and cockpunch them before I'd dream of mouthing off to her.

Farking grandmothers. How do they work?

They work the way they work. How and why is a mystery that will never be solved. My Grandmother was four feet nothing, 60 lbs soaking wet and you would never, ever talk back to her. I remember her going after my older brother, a huge stupid lug, and him running away like a little girl while she chased him with a broom. She lived till she was 102, and was a force to be reckoned with to the day she sat down on a kitchen chair and fell asleep for the last time, on St. Pat's day, burning the corned beef.

Actually, she was the sweetest woman the FSM ever put on earth and my favorite person in the world. But you did not sass her. I can't figure out why anyone ever would, save for my loutish brother.

I too would cock punch strangers in bars before I crossed my Grandmother, but I never had a reason to. I revered and loved her, and my famous St. Pat's day parties are a tribute to her, my way of making her immortal. And of course we also raise a few jars to St. Pat and St, Guinness.

obviously, does not fit the category of "precious snowflake"....
personally, after lookin at the pic, i dont think i would mess with granny. the world needs more like her, but maybe without the knife.....

TomD9938: My Grandma jammed the side-edge of a concrete birdbath into my teeth back in 78/79, because I was whining like a biatch about having to help her clean her countless birdbaths...

In her defense she was probably tired of hearing "Cmon gramma, when are we going to see Star Wars"

My grandmother would smack ya a good one if ya whined back to her.

But goddamn, those ham sandwiches were DELICIOUS.

Fat-D: Hi please read:

I am not sure if you heard of WWII vet William J Lashua. Will turns 90 on Saturday September 4th. 2010


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There is an image explaining details I PRAY that you pass this on. We need your help to make this viral and to help make

this lonely man smile. Send a card, send cookies, send money, goto the party, do anything you can.

-anon
PS SPREAD THIS EVERYWHERE

Fat-Douche. Seriously, every farking thread?

Gelfling? Can't be!

Who's gonna photoshop that frown upside down?

Oznog: Gelfling? Can't be!

*snort*

Happy 30th Birthday Grandmaw!!!!

Don't sass me.

I think Hero tag would have been better.

Kids have no respect anymore.


/For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored.

Respect yer elders...

...to a point.

Very pointed.

Point.