Chapter 133

A comment from Earl_John13

As my dog, still in possession of his, said to me the other day:

“What kind of friend takes your testes.”

This proves that tavern_knight’s mind has been the gutter a long time.

On one of the trips to my Dad’s home town ages ago, I memorized a poem from Uncle Hank’s paperback book “Jokes in the Can.”

“Here’s to the breezes that flow through the trees,
That lift little girls’ dresses above their knees,
Little boy sees, does what he pleases’ and gets social diseases,
Now how about that.”