Earlier today Gpa told me he was an old man. I said ‘how old?’
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Then we went to an apartment ministry to teach juggling. Boy that wore us both out! But it was great we had about 16 kids. I lost count because they kept showing up.
On the way home Gpa said he was 75 and had about a year to live. I said, ‘I bet you’ll make it to 100.’
He nodded.
I replied, ‘That gives you another 25 years.’
‘I’d like that,’ he answered.
‘Me, too!’
