balderdash@lemmy.zip to Lemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world · 10 months agoGrandpa still got itlemmy.zipimagemessage-square28fedilinkarrow-up1808arrow-down19
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minus-squareNegativeLookBehind@kbin.sociallinkfedilinkarrow-up78·10 months agoGrandpa was the 1978 regional Fingerblast champion in Fort Wayne Indiana
minus-squaresurewhynotlem@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up36·10 months agoArthritis put an end to his professional career, but he’s been dominating semi-pro, and your Nana, ever since.
minus-squareNegativeLookBehind@kbin.sociallinkfedilinkarrow-up24·edit-210 months agoCandidly, grandpa tells his story: Back in my day, I could really tear it up. See these bad boys right here? He blows on two fingers like the barrel of a smoking pistol Yup, these babies made magic happen. I was the ramminest, jamminest son of a bitch this side of the mighty Mississipp’ A tear wells in his eye, as he recounts the memories. A Finger Blast from the past
minus-squareBobbyNevada@discuss.tchncs.delinkfedilinkarrow-up10·10 months ago“Believe it or not, Your ol’ Pop pop over here could finger fuck a Harley to start on a cold day…”
minus-squaresurewhynotlem@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up10·10 months agoMy grandpa never went pro in Fingerblasting, but the guy can untangle christmas lights using only his tongue, so I’m sure she’s fine.
minus-squareFish [Indiana]linkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up18·10 months agoAs someone who lives in Fort Wayne, where is this Fingerblast Championship that you speak of?
minus-squarehomesnatch@lemm.eelinkfedilinkarrow-up6·10 months agoAsk your mom, she’s the competition subject.
minus-squarepancakes@sh.itjust.workslinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up2·10 months agoYou can see it written on his face
Grandpa was the 1978 regional Fingerblast champion in Fort Wayne Indiana
Arthritis put an end to his professional career, but he’s been dominating semi-pro, and your Nana, ever since.
Candidly, grandpa tells his story:
Back in my day, I could really tear it up. See these bad boys right here?
He blows on two fingers like the barrel of a smoking pistol
Yup, these babies made magic happen. I was the ramminest, jamminest son of a bitch this side of the mighty Mississipp’
A tear wells in his eye, as he recounts the memories. A Finger Blast from the past
“Believe it or not, Your ol’ Pop pop over here could finger fuck a Harley to start on a cold day…”
What about your nana?
My grandpa never went pro in Fingerblasting, but the guy can untangle christmas lights using only his tongue, so I’m sure she’s fine.
To shreds, you say.
As someone who lives in Fort Wayne, where is this Fingerblast Championship that you speak of?
Ask your mom, she’s the competition subject.
You can see it written on his face