Pick Up His Leg
Nobody knew that the painter had a prosthetic leg on, at least not until it fell off of him…while he was standing on the ladder.
Fortunately the fearless five-year-old boy had no problem picking up the false leg and returning it to his owner. Who was that fearless five-year-old? Well, that boy was me.
Of course if I saw it happen now I would still be willing to hop up and grab it, but I won’t lie and say that I wouldn’t laugh. I hope that I wouldn’t laugh, but I can’t guarantee it. I know, it is not very nice but it is kind of funny.
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Mark June 27, 2007 at 2:54 pm
I guess it’s a genetic pre-disposition…
;o)>
Jack's Shack June 27, 2007 at 6:38 am
Richmond,
Woohoo! I now have three non relatives who think that I am a good guy. OTOH, that could ruin my rep.
Mark,
Please, you’re more like Stan the Banker than Satan.
Mark June 27, 2007 at 3:35 am
I’d laugh. Then I’d make him pay me to give it back…
I’m not Jack. I’m more like Satan.
Hey, I have a reputation to protect…
Richmond June 27, 2007 at 12:23 am
You’re a good guy, Jack.