An old Cajun was celebrating 92 years on this earth. He spoke to his toes.
"Hello der toes!" he said, "how you are, toes? You know, you 92 today. Oh, de times we've had! Remember when we walk along de bayou wit all dem pretty girls every Sunday afternoon? Them times we deaux-si-deauxed on de dance floor wit dem same womens? Oh yeah, aaaaaaaa-eeeeee! Happy Birthday, toes!"
"Hello knees," he continued. "How you are knees? You know you 92 today. Oh de times we had, huh! Remember when we march in de crawfish parade? Oh boy, de hurdles we jumped together, me and you. Happy Birthday, knees!"
Then he looked down at his crotch. "Hello der Pierre! You little booger you!! You know, if you was alive today, you'd be 92."
