Once Again, Nasty?
My brother's 51st birthday was earlier this week.
On Saturday a bunch of us went out for dinner.
I handed my brother an envelope with a birthday card
in it.
It was a golf-themed card that said "Welcome to the back
nine."
I had crossed out the "nine" and written in "five". Mrs. L
said "that was just.....nasty".
The phone rang yesterday. I answered it and my brother
said, "FIVE?? So you you're saying I've only got about
25 years left?"
I said, "Hmm. It took you until NOW to notice, and
you're still off...? I guess the math skills are the first
thing to go."
But....I'm not nasty.
On Saturday a bunch of us went out for dinner.
I handed my brother an envelope with a birthday card
in it.
It was a golf-themed card that said "Welcome to the back
nine."
I had crossed out the "nine" and written in "five". Mrs. L
said "that was just.....nasty".
The phone rang yesterday. I answered it and my brother
said, "FIVE?? So you you're saying I've only got about
25 years left?"
I said, "Hmm. It took you until NOW to notice, and
you're still off...? I guess the math skills are the first
thing to go."
But....I'm not nasty.
posted by Mr. L at 1:26 PM
2 Comments:
Damn, that's a serious condition. I can't figure out what he was thinking of.
Thinking he's got about five more years than I was giving him, I guess!!! :)
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