In the days immediately after my dad’s death, I had the house to myself and had retreated to my basement/office space to have a stress-relieving wank. Just outside of my space was my daughter’s battery-operated activity table that was known to play jingles at random. What it was not well known for was playing the giggling sound effect at random. So imagine how quickly I put my dick away when that table laughed at me not once, not twice, but three times in the span of a minute.
If that wasn’t my dad’s ghost making fun of me, I don’t know what it was.
One time I was throwing kid toys into the toybox when suddenly a horse whinny came out of the box. I thought Frau Blücher had showed up.
And pasta has been made
I’m not eating that pasta…
It has Alfredo in it
I love Alfredo! I don’t like the sauce on that pasta.
Are we witnessing history being made?
maybe you just got really lucky and picked the statistically most optimal time for it to play three giggle sounds back to back, while you were jorkin it.
How’s Grandma gonna’ get 'er rocks off?
Grandma probably did the same in her youth, and now that she’s in heaven, she’s reliving whatever she wants, whenever she wants it. At worst, she’d wish she could offer some advice.
“no, no, you need to go to e621.net!”
All balls, all day! You go grammy gram! Dirty girl!
you should never be gobbling balls for any reason as that is a silly thing to do.
^never had their balls gobbled
In a just world, discouraging ball gobbling and muff diving would be instant ban offenses outside of ace space.
Genitals and mouths were meant for eachother. Between your tongue and your nose you have two of the best sex toys ever invented just sitting right there on your face. All the time
I close my bedroom door. I can’t stop them from watching but I can at least warn them. Why would they want to watch anyway. That’s weird.
It’s probably like watching porn for them. I bet God even watched Jesus while he fucked hookers in his youth.
Lining the walls with tinfoil is supposed to work.
Goodbye wifi and cellular coverage.
Is that right?
Nana is so proud of you
Maybe gramma’s into it?
Maybe gramma gobbled nut sacks all year round? That stuff could be hereditary.
I just figure no one cares about most people on earth already, if heaven were really why would they care about them then? They have an eternity to plan, what’s 60 years of fucking up and winding up dead in a gutter compared to that
This question is addressed in the book “The Lovely Bones”
And for us dumbass’s, what was the answer?
People in heaven watch whatever they want
I have an audience then 😏
Bortles!
Jk I’m a Niners fan and I know this is the bad place
Cheers!
Frasier!
Holy shit I laughed out loud at this!
She’s probably flicking the old dried up bean while she watches.
it’s always you with the comments that make me want to reply “i’m calling the police”
From such a wholesome username, too. It’s like the inverse of a RimjobSteve.
LOL silly thot, there’s no such thing as heaven.
Heaven is defo the boring place. I want to have all the hung gay twinks all day for all of time, sipping all sorts of liquor and frotting with lucifer. I have a penthouse suite waiting for me, and a great time for all 😎
Sounds like a delusional effort to deny observable reality. There’s no afterlife and y’all are wasting your time begging thin air for a better post-life future that’ll never come.
This life is the Pornhub of the afterlife