Our children have a very strange sense of humor which I suspect they inherited from their mother. Of course, I only voice my theory on its origin when she is not in the general vicinity in the interests of preserving matrimonial harmony.
Our daughter Michelle found this and it quite tickled me. Quite.
Actually, I laughed my butt off.
-bill kenny
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That was hilarious! I'll be singing it the rest of the day - and more often than not aloud much to the chagrin of my fellow employees.
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