rockin'robin
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An old fella was celebrating 92 years on this earth.
He spoke to his toes. "Hello toes!" he said. "How are you? You know, you are 92 today. Oh the times we've had!
Remember we walked on the park inthe summer every Sunday afternoon. The times we waltzed on the dance Floor?Happy Birthday toes!"
"Hello, knees," he continued. "How are you? You know you're 92 today. Oh,the times we've had!
Remember when we marched in the parade? Oh, thehurdles we've jumped together. Happy Birthday, knees."
Then, he looked down at his crotch. "Hello Willie! You little bugger.Just think. If you were alive today, you'd be 92."
He spoke to his toes. "Hello toes!" he said. "How are you? You know, you are 92 today. Oh the times we've had!
Remember we walked on the park inthe summer every Sunday afternoon. The times we waltzed on the dance Floor?Happy Birthday toes!"
"Hello, knees," he continued. "How are you? You know you're 92 today. Oh,the times we've had!
Remember when we marched in the parade? Oh, thehurdles we've jumped together. Happy Birthday, knees."
Then, he looked down at his crotch. "Hello Willie! You little bugger.Just think. If you were alive today, you'd be 92."