My Grandpa's loud ass truck

My Grampa's truck was a mid 70'2 chevy with a 350 and a three on the tree. Now, whenever my Grampa would -PA I got up, all pissed off. Hell, I was dreaming of Pamela Anderson, and had to wake up to this shit? No, this called for immediate action! I stomped over to my grandparents house(all the while my Grampa was winging on that Holley four barrel,"WWWWWWRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAA-pa-pa-pa-pa WWAAAPPP-A-PA-PA-PA-PA-pa-pa!!!!!! WHAPPAHH!!!! WHHAPPAAHHPAPA!!!!!!!!" He was sitting there making ALL KINDS of racket for no reason, other than he liked the noise. Well, I proceeded past him to the to the tool shed, where I found his platform disco shoes and got up on the porch. There, I stared at my Grampa, revving the absolute SHIT out of his truck, I jacked off to his loud revving with the right shoe(the one that was punishing the gas pedal) until I came, which was about thirty seconds. When I came, I RAINED ALL OVER HIS PORCH! I dropped that shoe like it was hot and walked back to Dad's house. When I past Grampa, he just shook his head, and went on revving...........