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It was a senseless, tragic, accident. She fell and couldn't get up. By the time they found her she had drown in her own drool. The, dear, dear, woman. How she must have suffered. If only she'd had one of those medic alert necklaces with the button on it. Sadly last months contest did not have a cash prize so I couldn't loan Gramma the 50 bucks "and" get my new camera. Life is so unfair!
What can I say about my Gramma? Most of us referred to her as, "The Gripper". She had terrible bouts of constipation due to her passion for various yellow cheeses. Consequently she left quite a noxious trail behind wherever she went. Some of the family shunned her because of that rotten egg smell. But not me! I loved my Gramma. I always rubbed mineral oil on her bloated tummy and gifted her with many dried prunes, while she sang Beautiful Dreamer just for me.
I was fortunate to be with Gramma when she passed. Her last words to me were, "Win one for the Gripper."
Oh, how can I even think about that blogger interview contest now? What will I do with all these left over prunes? I mean after all, it's only 50 DOLLARS. So what if I'm unemployed? What does it matter now that gramma's gone?
But, it was her dying wish. And as bloggers everywhere are my witness, I will fight to win this for, "The Gripper". God bless her!
Now go people. Go and VOTE! GIVE CRABBY A THUMBS UP and when you do comment loud and clear.....THIS ONE RIGHT "HERE" IS FOR THE GRIPPER!
Labels: booty call, dead gramma, yellow cheese
Barman, I have half a bottle of mineral oil left over. Do you want it?
Lime, (sigh) I don't know how you can laugh at a time like this. Well, at least we can take comfort knowing that Gramma is now farting in heaven.
Justacoolcat, I'm looking forward to that win too. I'm gonna buy grandma a headstone and use the 50 bucks to have a nice longhorn colby engraved on it. Isn't that nice of me?
At 8/24/2007 3:13 PM, 
cathouse teri
So I can't visit Milky's page any more because of that Absolut man. He is almost a dead ringer (sorry about the "dead" reference while you're steeped in grief) for my boyfriend, whom I miss terribly! I can't look at that picture! Make me all mushy and my knees give out from under me. (Okay, I don't use my knees much when I'm sitting, but still.. it's uncomfortable!) and NOW I have to see that damn guy right here!
At 8/24/2007 5:51 PM, Spoony Quine
` Haaaa haaaa haaaa! Crabby, that was the most insane thing yet! Shameful advertising! I like the use of fake tears!
` BTW, speaking of deadness, I was dead and naked and buried underground at the same time last night, then dug up and humped by a necrophiliac!
` I'm not kidding!!!! I'll have pictures up on my blog soon.
At 8/24/2007 9:55 PM, Spoony Quine
` I think I died by cutting my wrists. What do you think?
` BTW, I am laughing again at the post. It's too funny not to!!!
Check your shoes before you leave.
RIP Gramma Gripper!