This insult sucks. It’s damn near a compliment. My
granddaddy carried garlic around in his pockets and ate it like an apple
because he knew garlic was good for his heart. If garlic’s good enough for my
granddaddy’s heart, then it sure as hell is good enough for the Grinch’s shitty
soul.
Moving on, I spoke to a friend today that reads this
blog. She told me that her son enjoys the blog. I thought this was the coolest
thing, but something kept bothering me. My friend kept saying she reads the posts to her son. She reads the posts to her son? I believe her son is
nineteen, which is normally well past reading age. From my understanding, he’s
a nice, hardworking young man. I guess I just assumed that he could read. I
told my friend to tell her son thank you, and that I was glad he enjoyed the
blog. Then she said, “You know, maybe I should share the blog with him on facebook.
Then he can read it for himself and I won’t have to read it for him.”
What the hell? Of course you should share it with him!
People, if you know someone that might like this blog, for the love of God
please share it with them. Let somebody else in on the fun. The three of you
like reading this blog, right? Then, stop bogarding all the Grinch insult
analysis for yourself.
I wrote all of the above, but paused just before I
published the post. What if I misinterpreted what she meant about sharing the blog, and Delando actually can’t read? I just said all
this stuff about how he should be able to read. He’s a nice, hardworking young
man. I wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings, and I wouldn’t want to drop back
down to two readers. Maybe I shouldn’t post that stuff.
I sent a text to my friend.
Me: Delando can read, right?
Her: Yes.
So, as a recap, I knew Delando could read. But then, I
didn’t know. Then I did know. Then I wasn’t sure again. But now I know.
Thanks for reading!
I always thought he ate the garlic to mask the smell of the Old Granddad.
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