Slutty Grampa's back...
Tell a friend.
Guess who's back,
Guess who's back,
Guess who's back,
Guess who's back,
Guess who's back...
Ba-da-da...
That's right, folks - tis I... The Slutty Grampa. ¡Abuelo de Slutty!
After being abducted by aliens that, oddly enough, spoke no English at all, but merely communicated using grunts and hand gestures.... (I'm guessing that they were hands... I'm not completely familiar with alien anatomy. Let's just call them "appendages").... wait - where was I? Oh, yes - merely communicating using grunts and, um.... appendage gestures(?), I was subjected rigorous interrogations. From what I could gather, they kept asking me why, oh, why did Rafael Palmiero turn to steroids. I told 'em, "Ok, look....". Wait - nevermind... not important.
Anywho - after finally burying my PC at Forest Lawn Cemetary (it's a lovely headstone.... really), I realized that I had lost EVERYTHING PC-wise. I said to myself, "Self - you're a moron for not backing stuff up.
