granddad bastard
well that was what my nan used to call him, funnily enough he used to call her mrs bitch so all even on that score.he was a dirty old bastard was my grandad i recall around the time i was 5 maybe 6 that every Sunday we would go to there house and sit and they would talk for ages about things that us kids had no interest in, now gramps had emphysema and artheritus he also had a stroke and stank of piss but he always lit the fire and if he wasn't well then the fire didn't get lit, so there i was sitting in front of him watching him start the fire and swearing to himself before spitting the biggest lump of lung butter i had ever seen in to the fire except that he missed and it landed on the edge of the fire grate and sat there and sizzled in the most disgusting way and my god the smell!
i don't have many memory's about garandad bastard but what i do have are of a dirty smelly hunchbacked old mean bastard who made my mums life a misery just glad i was to young to do any thing about it and to remember the things he did even my gran wouldnt say about he had done
( fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Fri 3 Jun 2011, 19:26, 2 replies)

Good SoC!
Great stream of consciousness. Happy Friday FBK!
(poobah, Fri 3 Jun 2011, 23:01, closed)

would that be like a good thing then would it?
just wondering cos with head full of tramadol and thaistick things are looking just liltle alternative at the moment,
or maybe i am so underthestairs on it tonight that i may need to wait till morrnng to post again
( fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Fri 3 Jun 2011, 23:18, closed)