So he's 93 and lives with my mom. She randomly calls me just to tell me what funny or inappropriate thing has come out of his mouth. This time it was this:
J's mom: Hey papapw how you doing?
J's papaw: Everybody I can, and the easy ones twice!
I guess when you're 93, you get to say whatever the fuuck you want.
Bwahahaha. I love you, Pawpaw.
Re: My pawpaw cracks my shiit up
Yep. I think the filter just completely goes out at some point. At least it's always a good laugh.
The other day, mom was on the floor rearranging her cabinets. He asked if she wanted him to call a wrecker to help her up. Really, it's priceless shiit.