While I was getting Joe ready for bed last night, I discovered several morsels of chicken (leftover from dinner) wedged in his butt crack.
Me: “Joe, may I ask you a question?”
Joe: “Sure!”
Me: “How did you manage to get chicken in your butt crack?”
Joe: “What’s that you say??”
Me: “There is chicken. In your butt crack. How did it get there?”
Joe: “What the hell kind of question is that?!”
Me: “It’s not so much of a question as it is an observation.”
Joe: “Who invited you to observe my ass?”
Me: “My boss. It’s part of my job description.”
Joe: “Your job is to look at old men’s asses?”
Me: “I wouldn’t phrase it quite that way but…Yes, I guess it is.”
Joe’s eyes got real big: “Well that’s one Helluva deal!”
Me: “Tell me about it.”
Joe: “Now what was it we were talking about before?”
Me: “I asked you how you got chicken in your butt crack.”
Joe chuckled: “I guess I must’ve ran out of pockets!”