Gimme Some of that Sweet Stuff Grandma!!!

About 10 years ago, when I was still living in a set of apartments in north Reno, there was an elderly woman who lived a few units up the road from me. I would on rare occasion, talk to her as I was walking my dog in the evening. She was a tall woman, taller than 6 feet, and had a dog herself (that is what the majority of conversations were about - our dogs). How she got up the nerve to speak to somebody as creepy as me is a mystery – since women have the magical ability to sense that sort of thing - according to this douche bag.

The winters in Reno range from harsh to mild. One year, on Christmas day, it was 60 degrees. I remember walking my dog wearing shorts and a T-shirt. As I passed by a neighbor, he laughed and asked, "Gonna go to the beach later today?". How he got up the nerve to speak to somebody as creepy as me is no mystery at all – men do not have the magical ability to sense that sort of thing - according to this douche bag.

One year, there was a particularly harsh winter. I remember that I was pondering having a very hard time getting my car to my parking spot because of the very snowy roads. Instead of entering the apartments from the main entrance, I entered them from the back. The back roads were longer, but on much less of a slant - hence, driving them was more plausible in the snow.

I came up to the top of the hill from the back roads - it was all downhill from there. I drove downhill slowly - and passed the older women in her car (her name was Linda). I noticed that she was not quite in her parking spot - her car was stuck in the deep snow, and having troubles getting up the hill. I pulled into my parking spot.

I got out of my car, and walked over to her car - I told her, "I'll push - when I do, rock the gas pedal - once you get moving - switch into second gear". Us creepy people often help others out like this.

She nodded her head and smiled.

I pushed the car - my feet slipping on the snow occasionally - and she rocked the gas pedal - her car started moving eventually, and she shifted - she then proceeded to park her car in her spot.

As any f*cked up bitch feminazi good feminist knows, as well as many other dickless queer-ass morons people know, the only reason I helped this woman - is because I wanted some of her dusty pussy, suppository-ridden ass, and droopy sagging titties sex.

She got out of the car and thanked me.

I told her, "I am a man, I was only helping you because I want sex - NOW LEMME HAVE AT YOU - YOU SEXY HARLOT!!!!"

I grabbed her - and began tearing her clothes and adult diapers off and saying, "Gimme some of that sweet stuff Grandma!!".

That last part was of course fictional (no, seriously, it was...what...honestly...it was...).

Who are these dip-sh*t maggots who think that the only reason men do any good towards any woman - or anybody else for that matter - is because they "want" something (usually sex)?

Where are they hatched? Where is the nest?

I would have helped ANYBODY out in such a predicament - man, woman, old, young, hell - I would have helped the driver out if it was a giant cockroach wearing a birthday party hat with a whistle in its mouth (although I would have approached the driver with extreme caution). Me wanting sex (which I always do) has nothing to do with me helping other people out and being "nice".

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