Email To My Brother: The Cigar

I spoke with dad and he told me, “Oh, man! I was so scared this morning!”
     “What happened, pop?” I asked him, a bit concerned.
     “I got up and, when I got to my bedroom door, I saw my dog in the hallway facing away from me. He was in the middle of squeezing out a big turd!”
     I was relieved that it wasn’t anything more serious than that.
     “Why did that scare you?” my enquiring mind wanted to know.
     “Because, for a moment, I thought it was YOUR BROTHER smoking a CIGAR!”
  
  

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