Mott the Hoople
Sweet Jane
Oy vey, why yuz gotta dooz tiz me, mootsie? No morz soup for you.
Gramma, rest her soul, would probably give you soup, cuz that who she was.
Had a MJ dealer in HS who was fresh from Texas on the Central Coast . This fucker was charismatic as Bill Clinton. I hated him, but at the time he scored me great weed at literally the best price and it was good stuff.
So the ass starts coming to my house to "deliver" the weed exactly at dinner time. And guess who was invited to dinner...
And my Grandma loved him because he is so funny.
He must have smoked some weed with her.