In memory of Cashphat

In memory of our father
Daniel J Brooks
June 20, 1957 to December 18,2011
We will always remember you
From his sons Rooster and Squatchy

Monday, May 30, 2011

MY PRIVATE PART DIED

An old man, Mr. Peabody, was living in a nursing home. One day he appeared to be very sad

Nurse Tracy asked him if there was anything wrong.

'Yes, Nurse Tracy ,' said Mr. Peabody.

'My Private Part died today, and I am very sad.'

Knowing her patients were a little forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, 'Oh, I'm so sorry Mr. Peabody. Please accept my condolences.'

The following day, Mr. Peabody was walking down the hall with his Private Part hanging out of his pajamas.

He met Nurse Tracy. 'Mr. Peabody' she said, 'You shouldn't be walking down the hall like that. Please put your Private Part back inside your pajamas.'

'But, Nurse Tracy I can't,' replied Mr. Peabody. 'I told you yesterday that my Private Part died.'

'Yes,' said Nurse Tracy , 'you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?'


'Well,' he replied, 'Today is the viewing.'

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