A co-worker complimented me on my sense of humor the other day and while I thanked her for it, I honestly can't take credit for it. I come from a very interesting, funny, and weird family of all types of humor. The best example of my zany predecessors is that of my great-grandfather, Charlie. He had no censor of any kind, none. He was once at an outdoor revival and was standing behind a very "voluptuous" woman. Charlie noticed that her dress in the back had wedged between her...um...cheeks. So Charlie, concerned for her comfort, took it upon himself to remove the dress from betwixt said cheeks. Her round derriere was apparently very receptive to touch and she swung around in absolute horror and hit Charlie across the face. Nonplussed by the smack, Charlie simply asked her, "Do you want me to put it back?"
After the church revival ass incident, he was talking to a young Amish couple that were about to go to the hospital to have their first baby. **Sidenote: Amish women generally have their babies at home and Amish almost never go to the hospital for anything** Anyway, Charlie decided to have fun with their naivete and told them that the hospital was great! You just go in and they hand you a baby. The young couple looked up him in shock, "But we want our baby!" Charlie just shrugged and said, "Eh, it doesn't matter, babies are all the same."
So there you go. I come from a long line of smart asses...I never had a chance.
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