His hat says
I Remember Pearl Harbor
He asks me to put the wine in the basket
Hanging behind his motorized wheelchair
He smells a little like ***
His sweatpants have dark stains all over
Like a leapord who has gone old and grey
"They can put a motor on one
of these things
but they can't make them comfortable"
"When you're an old man like me
maybe yours will fly
but I bet your *** will still fall asleep all the time"
I tell him
that when I am old
I hope they make wheelchairs
that feel like a father's shoulders
He shakes his head after I say that and laughs
"That sounds like it might be nice
But i couldn't say I know what that feels like"
Me neither
I tell him
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
His hat says
I Remember Pearl Harbor
He asks me to put the wine in the basket
Hanging behind his motorized wheelchair
He smells a little like ***
His sweatpants have dark stains all over
Like a leapord who has gone old and grey
"They can put a motor on one
of these things
but they can't make them comfortable"
"When you're an old man like me
maybe yours will fly
but I bet your *** will still fall asleep all the time"
I tell him
that when I am old
I hope they make wheelchairs
that feel like a father's shoulders
He shakes his head after I say that and laughs
"That sounds like it might be nice
But i couldn't say I know what that feels like"
Me neither
I tell him
New Series I think. We'll see.
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