Last night, The Beach Boys played a concert in our neighborhood (an extra 5000 people in the neighborhood made it a bit crowded!).
At one point, Michael said to Henry, "Henry, what do you think of the band? They're pretty good, huh?"
Henry's response: "Yeah. But why are they so old?"
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At breakfast this morning, Henry sat down next to George. Now, most mornings breakfast is full of a caucaphony of "Move over!" "You're too close to me!" "You smell!" and "Leave me alone!" --- all before 7:30 am.
This morning, as Henry sat down next to George and we braced ourselves for the onslaught of opposition, George says, "Thank you for sitting next to me my sweet love!"
David's still laughing.
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3 comments:
ROFLOL!!!
That's hysterical! :)
ha!
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