If I ever enter the adult film industry, I'm going by the name "Admiral Triple Thrill." Back in 1948, a combination turntable/stereo/television took up an entire wall, and you could put your two trophies of nondescript achievement on it. Nowadays, it's called an "iPod" the size of a deck of cards and you can lose it on a bus. Grandpa sure seems to be enjoying a good bout of fisticuffs while sitting in his tiger-striped chair. In the background, his sons wait patiently for a heart attack and eventual lucrative inheritance.
Posted by Ryan at September 9, 2013 10:16 AM | TrackBack