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How we like our loves

*The Ocs still around a table, each from their respective dimension*

Arrow: Sooo this talk is gonna be about what's our favorite part about our loves.

Blue: *nods and she leans back in her chair* Mhm, since I'm technically a work in progress slash not really. I'll go last.

Kneko: *stands up and she smiles* Since I'm the oldest here, I'll go first. Well then I love it when my partner is well- hmm oh! aggressive with her love~

Arrow: *grins* Oh bloody heck same! When he bites me-

Angelica:*covers her ears* Enough- I don't want to hear any of the details of what you do with fire man.

Arrow: His name is Red Son! You don't see me calling Zouz ice boy!

*the sisters start arguing*

Blue: *blinks and looks at the other two* I reckon they always go on about this for awhile, hm?

Iris: *nods* Mhm...those two just do..

An Lian: *he faintly sighs* Well then seeing how they're busy, I shall say my favorite part about my darling.. He's quite intelligent on many things, some surprised me even. He has such beautiful eyes...the shade of emerald green. *smiles*I also like how he can be a flustered dork. *he pauses* is that the right word?

Blue: If you're using it affectionately than yes.

Iris: *clears her throat* I like my amor caótico ears.. especially when they wiggle it's quite cute. He sometimes acts like a puppy as well.

Kneko: *holding the sisters apart with vines* A puppy? That sounds adorable.

Iris:*faintly smiles and nods before perking and looks at Blue* How about you?.. what's your favorite thing about your partner? *she asks softly*

Blue: *perks* Oh! um... *rubs the back of her neck* The guy that likes me and I like back we aren't actually together...I mean if I want to talk about things I like about my love, I could go with an ex for this one. *she taps her chin while in thought*.. I'm going to go with my ex husband for this one.

Arrow: *stops arguing* ex husband? I thought you said you were 22.

Blue: *starts fiddling with her earring* Oh I am-

An Lian: Have you live a long life like me?

*Blue starts getting bombarded with questions*

Angelica:*slams hand on table, earning quiet from everyone* Everyone give her time to answer!

Blue: Thank you Miss Wang. *clears throat* Okay so I'm a dimension hopper and well the dimension I went to that my ex husband live in, time is different there. 2 days in my home dimensions are 20 years in his dimension..Anyways I reckon I liked how much of a flustered dork he was...He liked referencing his favorite show a lot. His skills with his katana's. Man that was long ago...which reminds me I need to visit my grandkids.

Everyone: GRANDKIDS!?

Desserts - Gramma's Party Cake This recipe was brought by my grandmother to all family gatherings. When her grandchildren get married, she only gives it to them. can be made using various flavors of pudding and gelatin.

Grandkids Are A Pain In My Bare Ass!

by Rusty Folks, it’s no secret that I am old enough to be a Grandparent… Yes! Rusty is the coolest Grandpa ever, to two of the most sticky sweet sand munchkins ever born into this salty world.

I love them so much, my heart literally aches - but I have doctor prescribed meds for that. To say I am a proud grandparent is an understatement. I am swollen with pride - but I have joint medication for that too.

I love these two Groms so much, that I overlook almost every mistake their clueless parents continue to make! Mistakes that continue to happen at the encouragement of my two ex-wives and current domineering spouse… aka, Da Tres Nanas… who endlessly and needlessly spoil these Little Tikes with my hard earned dinero - that is, alimony and cash (stolen, directly from my wallet).

 Yes, my love for these two Rug Rats is endless, but practical and sound. I would do anything for them, but I am also under no illusions as to how they fit into my life, my world… my rusted reality:

 They are cute… Bed wetters
 Cuddly… Playground monsters Gummy Bear eating… Nose pickers
 SpongeBob watching… TV hogs
 Go-GURT slurping… Droolers

Complete and total… Money sucking cry babes!

That I love.

But here is the biggest problem I have with this pair of Monkey Butts. Whenever they are dropped off at my casa, which is often, Da Tres Nanas have forbidden me to partake in any herbal activities… Which, I kind of understand. But, here’s the kicker folks, they have mandated that I must remain fully clothed around my precious Keiki.
 This is not what Grandpa Rusty signed up for! This was never part of the deal when I allowed my offspring to birth their own Water Bugs!

 As to the weed part of this deal. Again, I am in ‘almost’ 100% agreement that while watching two drunk toddlers, it is probably a good idea to have a clear, smoke free, mind. But having to do so fully clothed is just cruel. I spend everyday, outside of my house, conforming to society’s cotton blend rules. But I’ll be dammed if society is going to make me fashion conscious in front of my TV.

The truth is, outside of my house I mostly wear board shorts, sandals and t-shirts; an occasional aloha shirt. Yet, the moment I come home, the sandals are tossed aside, shirt ripped off… and board shorts become completely optional.

Now, as an audience member reading this, I suppose most of you are thinking, “Rusty, this is too much information. Old dudes like you, should keep their chonies on.” Wrong… I have spent of my life taking care of and pleasing other people - my parents, friends, employers, business partners, offspring, three freaking wives! - I deserve to be the king of my castle; and if I so choose, walk the halls of my suburban fortress in the buff! Even if the Grandpups are hanging around!

But Nooooo! Da “Evil” Nanas, have conspired against me; even organizing a military duty roster that ensures full 24 hour coverage of myself, at home, by at least one of these Fashionista Grannies. The three of them have sworn to my “ultra conservative” offspring to jump me with a full-length rob if any Little Boogers attempts to sneak attack my bare ass.

The truth be told, I can’t beat the Tres Nanas.

There is simply no beating the them… clothed and herb-less I shall remain around these tiny people… but rich in heart and bless in spirit they will make me.

 Now, where’s my stash, I need to burn-one-down before these little dudes show up. And, oh, I guess the Full Monty needs some camouflage!

My granddaughter enjoying being on the back of Johnny Cash. My grandson wanted some of papa’s “milk” bottle. (July 2024) 🇺🇸😂🤠