An old senile Cajun was celebrating 92 years on this Earth. Speaking to his toes, he said, "Hello 'dere toes!" "How you are, toes? You know, you 92 years old today.
Oh, 'de times we've had! Remember when we walk along 'de bayou wit all 'dem pretty girls every Sunday afternoon? Them times we do-si-do-ed on 'de dance floor wit dem same womens? Oh yeah, ayyiiiiee ! Happy birthday, toes!"
He continued, "Hello 'dere, knees," "How you are, knees? You know you 92 years old today. Oh, 'de times we had, huh? Remember when we march in 'de crawfish parade? Oh boy, 'de hurdles we jumped together me and you. Happy
birthday, knees!"
Then, he looked down at his crotch, "Hello 'dere Pierre! You little booger, you! If you were alive today, you'd be 92. "