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An old Cajun was celebrating his 92 years on this Earth. Sitting down, he
smiled and spoke to his toes.
"Hello, dere toes!" he said, "how you are toes? You know, you 92 today!
Oh,de times we had! Remember when we walk along de bayou wit all dem pretty
girls every Sunday afternoon? Dem times we deaux-si-deauxed on de dance
floor wit dem same womens? Oh yeah, ahh-heeee! Happy birthday, toes!"
"Hello dere, knees," he continued. "How you are, knees? You know you 92
today. Oh, de times we had, huh! Remember when we march in de crawfish
parade? Oh boy, de hurdles we jumped together me and you. Happy birthday,
knees!"
Then, he looked down at his crotch and shook his head. "Hello dere
Pierre!
You little booger you! Did you know, if you was alive today, you'd be 92."
smiled and spoke to his toes.
"Hello, dere toes!" he said, "how you are toes? You know, you 92 today!
Oh,de times we had! Remember when we walk along de bayou wit all dem pretty
girls every Sunday afternoon? Dem times we deaux-si-deauxed on de dance
floor wit dem same womens? Oh yeah, ahh-heeee! Happy birthday, toes!"
"Hello dere, knees," he continued. "How you are, knees? You know you 92
today. Oh, de times we had, huh! Remember when we march in de crawfish
parade? Oh boy, de hurdles we jumped together me and you. Happy birthday,
knees!"
Then, he looked down at his crotch and shook his head. "Hello dere
Pierre!
You little booger you! Did you know, if you was alive today, you'd be 92."
