There was this loving grandfather who always made a special effort to spend time with his son’s family on weekends.
Every Saturday morning he would take his 5-year-old Little Johnny out for a drive in the car for some quality time — pancakes, ice cream, candy — just him and his grandson.
One particular Saturday, however, he had a terrible cold and could not get out of bed.
He knew his grandson always looked forward to their drives and would be very disappointed.
Luckily, his wife came to the rescue and said that she would take The Little Johnny for his weekly drive and breakfast.
When they returned, the little Johnny anxiously ran upstairs to see his grandfather who was still in bed.
“Well, did you enjoy your ride with grandma?” he asked.
“Not really, PaPa, it was boring. We didn’t see a single as$hole, queer, piece of sh!t, horse’s a$s, tree hugger, socialist left-wing prick, blind b@stard, dipshit and son of a b!tch anywhere we went!
We just drove around and Grandma smiled at everyone she saw. I really didn’t have any fun.
