Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Do you know what really burns my ass?

Things got entirely too emo around here. It was time for a dramatic reinterpretation (or a poorly drawn/created from picnik stickers picture) of one of my favorite stories/sayings from my Grampa, may he rest in peace. And may he forgive me for adding the butterfly. And for using the word the F word.

Update: it occurred to me that Butterfly flapping his wings wouldn't actually help but would fuel the fire even more. It doesn't really change anything. Butterfly still doesn't give a fuck. Apparently.
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3 comments:

  1. This made me smile big time. Also, I think we may be kindred spirits. My grandpa, however, was ok with me using the word: "f-word" as long as I was quoting someone else who was using the word: "f-word" and under the condition that I immediately said "fuck" afterwards. 

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  2. Yay! For kindred spirits and for Grampas! I don't ever remember swearing around mine...so I'm not sure what he'd do...not that he was proper or anything...he probably said it a time or two himself. 

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