OK. I cannot tell jokes. I always forget the punchline, but my cousin told one today that I hope I can remember.
There was an old man sitting on a bench in WalMart. He was too old to move around, so he sat there waiting for his wife to shop. A teenaged boy in a punkrock haircut, hair all dyed blue and red and yellow and green, sat down next to the old man--got into the old man's space--just tried to see whether he could get a rise out of the old man. The old man stared at the boy--kept staring at him--wouldn't take his eyes off him. The boy stared at the old man; the old man stared back at the boy.
After a while, the boy said, "What are you staring at, old man?"
The old man said, "I was young once, too, you know. And I made my mistakes, too."
The boy said, "What kind of mistakes?"
The old man said, "I got drunk one night and screwed a parrot. And while sitting here on this bench I've been wondering whether you're my son."
Bird regards,
Words'r'Wrong
