Date: 8/11/2017
By drunchee
I'm at a table with my Grandpa Naderer, my Grandma Max, and an overweight, old, black haired Irish lady who is my "Great Grandma". My Grandma Max asks me why sometimes I don't go to football practice and I tell her I quit. My dad then joins into the convo and says that I did indeed quit. My Irish great grandma then starts saying some rambled Irish junk, but my Grandpa Naderer, whom was upset that I quit football irl, defends me by saying I just didn't feel like it was my thing, and that I saw what it was like and chose to not go anymore. All true by the way. Thx Dream grandpa.