Dear Sonny Boy
This is your loving grandmother speaking. I have to once again address the keywords that you typed into the search engine that made you arrive at this site. Shame shame, everyone knows your name. How do you think that makes me feel, dear? It makes me feel sad and sick all over. It’s like you kicked me in the face with a skinhead’s steel-toed combat boot. What would your mother say? I don’t understand this interweb stuff. What are all these inappropriate pictures of grandmothers doing on this small television screen? Oh dear me. You make sure to behave for now on, Billy.
