The Grandpa Joe of old was a mean son of a bitch. The smell of his underwear was like turpentine, it’d make your nose hairs fry. He’d masturbate furiously in bed with his wife and in-laws present, repeatedly, and always to the point of fruition. Often making loud noises like a cat in heat while Charlie and his mother held tight, listening to the noises as they bounce off the walls, the groans echoing louder and louder until the big release, he would cum blood and it would rain all over the bed, so the in-laws pulled up the covers to not get covered in the cum-blood-pus mixture. But the smell for Christ’s sake. Oh my God, the smell…