She Has Pimples On Her But...

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I often wonder if I got part of my sense of humor from my foster family. My foster dad was always saying or singing something funny. One day he went through the house singing, “She has pimples on her but, she’s nice.” My foster mother yelled, “Gerry!” He acted all innocent and asked, “What?” “That’s not very nice!” “What isn’t?” He feigned innocence. “All I’m singing is she has pimples on her, but she’s nice.” What a difference a placement of a comma makes. Then there was the time he said his mother-in-law, who lived with us, went down the hall passing gas. He said that she didn’t realize she was passing gas and thought our little dog was jumping on her rear end. So she keep swishing her hand behind her saying, “Knock it off, Tippy!” My foster parent’s bio son was pretty funny, too. One day he told us about the date he had the night before. He said he was driving down the road when he came up behind a slow moving vehicle and went to pass. It was raining. When he got into the other lane there was an oncoming car. He hit his brakes. “My car spin around in a circle,” he said. “I nearly crapped little green strips!” Then his date said, “That was fun. Can we do it again?” It was then that my foster brother decide that girl was a little bit too wild for him. Then there was the time my foster brother came home on winter’s day. My foster mother asked him how the roads were. “They’re slicker” he said, “than snot on a doorknob.” Of course my foster mother did not like that imagery at all. Yeah, my foster dad and his bio son could be pretty funny at times. So I must have pick up some of my humor from those two.