When my grandpa used to visit every Tuesday, he would join us for dinner, then some coffee after dinner. We would sit on the couch and chat a bit and at some point grandpa would fall asleep. The rest of us just went about our evening, watching some TV, playing a game, just chatting or whatever. After an hour or so, he would wake up, slap his knee, tell us it was a great evening and head home.

It was actually kind of sweet how that old man would fall asleep. That’s why you don’t fucking elect grandpa to run the country.

Sleepy Don.

Hope Biden took the chance to take a selfie next to sleeping beauty with #whossleepynow.

Ok, and?

Obvious fake