An old bloke woke up to celebrate 92nd birthday and spoke to his toes.
He said, “Hello toes! How are you? You know, you’re 92 today. Oh the times we’ve
had! Remember we walked in the park in the summer every Sunday afternoon?
The times we waltzed on the dance floor? Happy Birthday, toes!”
“Hello, knees,” he continued. “How are you? You know you’re 92 today. Oh, the
times we’ve had! Remember when we marched in the parade? Oh, the hurdles
we’ve jumped together. Happy Birthday, knees.”
Then, he looked down at his crotch. “Hello Willie, you little bugger. Just think, if
you were alive today you’d be 92.”