Every year for twenty years, my grandaddy calls on December 31st.
"Hello there, I was just calling to tell you that if you go downtown today, you'll see a man with as many noses on his face as there are days left in the year."
We always chortle, say, "Oh, you got us!" Then we wait a year to do it again.
This year, I'm thinking of responding, "Oh, yeah? Then how many balls does he have?"
Too much?
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2 comments:
"testicles", linds....i told you to tell him "testicles"
I miss my grandpa more than words can ever express. Just laugh for him. :)
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