- A sampling of what my family Easter sounded like this year. --
AUNTIE: They grind at school dances now. Kevin, did you do that?
KEVIN: Yeah, of course.
AUNTIE: I can't believe that!
GRANDMA: I used to grind too.
MOM: You don't know what you're saying.
KEVIN: Grandma, you didn't grind.
GRANDMA: I did too! I used to grind with your grandfather.
MOM, AUNTIE, KEVIN: Ewww!!!
. . . . .
KEVIN: Where was your senior prom?
GRANDMA: The Cocke and Kettle.
KEVIN: The Cocke and Kettle?
AUNTIE: And then came Uncle Billy.
. . . . .
AUNTIE: You don't really know what grinding is, Ma.
GRANDMA: What is it then?
KEVIN: Remember Dirty Dancing?
GRANDMA: Yeah.
KEVIN: It's like that.
GRANDMA: Oh, well we didn't do that.
AUNTIE: You see?
GRANDMA: We did a lot worse.
MOM: Oh God!
. . . . .
KEVIN: So did the Cocke call the Kettle black?
MOM: Kevin!
KEVIN: Hey, she put the Cocke out there.
. . . . .
KEVIN: I usually read at this nursing home. You'd like it Grandma. They have a restaurant right in the home.
GRANDMA: I couldn't afford it there, because I married and divorced two bums.
MOM: That reminds me. Kevin, call your grandfather.
. . . . .
KEVIN: Hi Grandpa.
GRANDPA: Hi!
KEVIN: Which grandson am I?
GRANDPA: Tim?
KEVIN: I'll give you a hint. There is no Tim.
GRANDMA: Senile old bastard.
. . . . .
KEVIN: So you used to grind at the Cocke and Kettle?
MOM: All right. Time for pie.
AUNTIE: They grind at school dances now. Kevin, did you do that?
KEVIN: Yeah, of course.
AUNTIE: I can't believe that!
GRANDMA: I used to grind too.
MOM: You don't know what you're saying.
KEVIN: Grandma, you didn't grind.
GRANDMA: I did too! I used to grind with your grandfather.
MOM, AUNTIE, KEVIN: Ewww!!!
. . . . .
KEVIN: Where was your senior prom?
GRANDMA: The Cocke and Kettle.
KEVIN: The Cocke and Kettle?
AUNTIE: And then came Uncle Billy.
. . . . .
AUNTIE: You don't really know what grinding is, Ma.
GRANDMA: What is it then?
KEVIN: Remember Dirty Dancing?
GRANDMA: Yeah.
KEVIN: It's like that.
GRANDMA: Oh, well we didn't do that.
AUNTIE: You see?
GRANDMA: We did a lot worse.
MOM: Oh God!
. . . . .
KEVIN: So did the Cocke call the Kettle black?
MOM: Kevin!
KEVIN: Hey, she put the Cocke out there.
. . . . .
KEVIN: I usually read at this nursing home. You'd like it Grandma. They have a restaurant right in the home.
GRANDMA: I couldn't afford it there, because I married and divorced two bums.
MOM: That reminds me. Kevin, call your grandfather.
. . . . .
KEVIN: Hi Grandpa.
GRANDPA: Hi!
KEVIN: Which grandson am I?
GRANDPA: Tim?
KEVIN: I'll give you a hint. There is no Tim.
GRANDMA: Senile old bastard.
. . . . .
KEVIN: So you used to grind at the Cocke and Kettle?
MOM: All right. Time for pie.
I love your family!
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