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is my butt showing

I hate to be crass, but is my butt showing? It certainly was, all big, pink and glowing. We lied to grandpa, as grandma asked us too. He was so happy, he did the old soft shoe. The nurse gave us a wink, a nod and a thumbs up. They had been trying to get him to drink out of a cup. Grandpa’s hospital stay had been awful for many. He was not as virile and sexy as he was when he was twenty. He thought he was a lady’s man that is for sure. Letting them all know he had been around the manure. Grandma gave him leeway, he was not at all well. When he realized his butt showed, he would give us all hell.

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