No.
I'm not gonna talk into this thing, Grampa. Yeah, I see the red light. But you said bad things about daddy.
Yes, you did. You said daddy was a missy skinflick. `n I don't know what that means but it doesn't sound nice and daddy wasn't a messy, missy nothing.
There. Now Grampa's laughin' at me. You can hear him, too. Well, if you're listenin' to this record thing Grampa says we're making that's gonna make us a lot of money.
"Okay, men. This is Joe talking now. Big Joe. My son, who went away about a year ago, is Little Joe. The little one who doesn't want to talk right now is Joey. He's five. My grandson. I guess I better give you some background.
"I was sixteen and dumb when I went on a date with Linda. I already knew I preferred boys and men. Hell, I'd been on my knees often enough sucking dick or on all fours with my asshole oozing and ready, to know what I wanted. But my mother said I had to go since my dad worked in the mill for her granddad and it wouldn't do to upset her. I didn't tell her Linda was just slumming `cause she was pissed at her fancy college boyfriend. She woulda been pissed even more if she knew I'd fucked him. Twice. Anyway, things were okay until Linda and her friends hauled out the booze they got from some speakeasy, we got drunk, and somehow I lost my girl virginity to Linda. Knocked her up, too. Little Joe was born the day of the Crash. Same day her old man jumped out of a window. Big window to go with his big office in the big building with the big money that made him so much better than the teenager slob who got his daughter pregnant. He didn't look so big I guess after he hit the sidewalk.
I'm not gonna talk into this thing, Grampa. Yeah, I see the red light. But you said bad things about daddy.
Yes, you did. You said daddy was a missy skinflick. `n I don't know what that means but it doesn't sound nice and daddy wasn't a messy, missy nothing.
There. Now Grampa's laughin' at me. You can hear him, too. Well, if you're listenin' to this record thing Grampa says we're making that's gonna make us a lot of money.
"Okay, men. This is Joe talking now. Big Joe. My son, who went away about a year ago, is Little Joe. The little one who doesn't want to talk right now is Joey. He's five. My grandson. I guess I better give you some background.
"I was sixteen and dumb when I went on a date with Linda. I already knew I preferred boys and men. Hell, I'd been on my knees often enough sucking dick or on all fours with my asshole oozing and ready, to know what I wanted. But my mother said I had to go since my dad worked in the mill for her granddad and it wouldn't do to upset her. I didn't tell her Linda was just slumming `cause she was pissed at her fancy college boyfriend. She woulda been pissed even more if she knew I'd fucked him. Twice. Anyway, things were okay until Linda and her friends hauled out the booze they got from some speakeasy, we got drunk, and somehow I lost my girl virginity to Linda. Knocked her up, too. Little Joe was born the day of the Crash. Same day her old man jumped out of a window. Big window to go with his big office in the big building with the big money that made him so much better than the teenager slob who got his daughter pregnant. He didn't look so big I guess after he hit the sidewalk.