When I was about five or six my Mam told my aunt a joke in front of me. It was a rude joke and I didn't hear the punchline so I asked what she said and she said she'd tell me when I was 18.
5 year old Richie: But you won't remember it when I'm 18...
Mam: I will, I promise...
5 year old Richie: I bet you you won't!
Mam: *goes back to talking my aunt*
I'm pretty sure from that point on, I wanted to be 18. Now I'm 21 and I still don't know the joke. We all have skeletons in our closets though.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
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