Poor pop’s been constipated for over a week now.
His eyesight’s worse now, so’s his hearing. He’s constantly suffering from one thing or another, and now this.
“Tell your brother to come visit,” my beautiful wife suggested.
“What good would that do?” I asked her.
“When dad hears he’s in town, he’ll have a shit!”
“What good would that do?” I asked her.
“When dad hears he’s in town, he’ll have a shit!”
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