Relatives Argue At Grandmas
What percent of lightning strike victims survive?
How many remain alive?
The relatives began to bet, argue and gripe.
The grands were so angry, gram called grandpa a louse.
She finally threw the poor man out of her house.
She had guessed fifty percent, he had guessed four.
The next thing we knew, she had pushed him clean out the door.
We googled it and discovered they were both wrong.
Now they are playing their make-up sex song.
It is eighty percent we say in disbelief.
Glad their noises finally stopped.
It was a huge relief!
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