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Say that reminds me.CSB time.
When I was about 16-17, I was giving my grandma a ride back home from an appointment in town. (she lived about 25 miles out of town) I started to change the radio station to something I thought she'd prefer, but she told me to go ahead and listen to what I wanted to. I didn't want to play anything too hard for her, so I put in a cassette tape of Van Halen. Of course, the first song to play was Panama. She said she thought it was a pretty catchy toon. Until this part...
Yeah, we're running a little bit hot tonight
I can barely see the road from the heat coming off it.
I reach down, between my legs...
Ease the seat back.
Her eyes got pretty big, but she didn't say anything. I quietly turned it off and put it on the country station.
Sorry grandma.
Funny how times change to what is shocking and what isn't. I wonder what my grandparents would think of today's music. WAP might have stroked them out.
I think our grandparents were far more freaky than we would ever ever want to know.
My GSB moment was cleaning out a storage shed for my wife's grandmother after she passed and finding antique (we are talking like from the 1940s and shit) anal dilators. They may have used, or they could have been sort of heirloom of shame. It was not my job at that time to determine the origin of them.
It was called "Dr. Young's Ideal Rectal Dilators".
Nothing to do with music, but whatever.
Now, mind you, it was presented tastefully. It was in it's own box.