Well, not mine actually. My grandma is neither a bitch nor is she....well.....alive.
I actually saw this phrase spray painted on one of my sidewalks at work today. I couldn't help but think this is the oddest graffiti I've ever seen. What could a grandma do to cause such anger? Are her homemade cookies gross? Does she pinch the cheeks too hard? Honestly, bitch and grandma just shouldn't be in the same sentence.
Then I remembered I was in West Valley City. Perhaps this grandma was a heroine dealer or dabbled in the kiddy porn. More likely, she simply refused to give her grandchild money to buy meth or vodka.
Either way, perhaps in the future this person's sentiments could be expressed via a nice card or even an email, and NOT spray painted on my sidewalk. Just a thought.
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