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Bon Appetite Mcgee

McGee's oldest son, graduated from school But McGee wished he had more ambition Instead of a doctor, a Lawyer or Cop He became an astute, dietitian But, all in all McGee was still proud And happy his son was now home Took him out to the pub for a meal And a pint with a nice head of foam As soon as McGee's butt hit the chair Said the Barmaid "I'll take your order" "For me a pint and a good Irish stew" But his son, orders salad and water McGee taken back, said "What is this now ?" "Now Dad just let me explain, Red meat is a poison that'll kill you in time It gums up blood in your veins" McGee thought a moment, then whispered quite soft There's something, my son you should know "I think you are right, cause I'm dying by inches From something I ate long ago" His son was alarmed as he grabbed McGee arm "Please tell me---- for heavens sake" "It's hard to admit but I'm sure it was it A slice of me own wedding cake".

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 6/27/2017 11:02:00 AM
Hilarious! Love this!
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Date: 4/18/2017 12:59:00 PM
Very funny this is the problem with the new generation
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Date: 4/13/2017 12:23:00 PM
Hilarious Jerry! Hugs jan xx
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Date: 4/13/2017 8:20:00 AM
Haha...Good one Jerry
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