Tony went snooping again and found hidden booze in the basement. It was Grandpa’s last stash, and Grandpa was angry. He complained to everyone he was around.
“f*****g thieves.”
Jim and Rick imbibed, but not as much as Tony, who got just this side of s**t-faced. Grandpa anticipated what was going to happen, and he kept a hand on his sword-cane. He’d love to run that bastard Tony through with the sword.
A heavy rain kept everyone inside. They watched a WWII movie on the DVD player, and Tony kept drinking.
Grandpa went up to Jim. “Would you stop Tony from drinking? He’s going to get brave, horny, and try to r**e one of the women. I won’t have that.”
“Tony’s a big boy. If he wants to drink, he can drink. If he wants to r**e a woman, he can do that.”
Grandpa said, “You’re asking for troub
