Driving and irritating, but a powerful message

In celebration of National Grouch Day, RxR tells a fascinating story.

In all of my Fifty (Something) Years,
I have only recognized or rather,
known one Real Grouch.

The Grouch In My Life ..
or The Grouch OF My Life,
was the most important person IN my life.

The person who made the greatest impression EVER in all ways that anyone ever could possiblky imagine.

I May have learned much more from studying My Grouch's own personal Xperience,
undfoldment and resulting demonstration
than I did from my own Nastey Butching ways.... so far..... but..

you never know, you know... because....

Uh - oh!!!, Oh, no!!!, (whoah!!!) Oooops!!!

and the end is not yet, yet.


My Grouch is the one and only person
I would die for this second without a moment's pause.

My Grouch comes BEFORE even my own flesh and blood Children.

Somehow this person's name escapes me now.

Later.

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