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9 year old boy: Dad, when you were a kid, did you ever run away and join the circus?

Dad: Yes, I did.

9 year old: Yeah, I did, too. But then I ran into the problem.

Dad: What was the problem?

9 year old: The fake arm. It just didn't do what it needed to do after the chain saw juggling act.

Comments

  1. GinaSeptember 5, 2009 at 3:40 AM

    Like father , Like son...

    No DNA test needed there!

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  2. June Freaking CleaverSeptember 5, 2009 at 8:55 AM

    I think I'd like this kid. He, like me, has a very rich fantasy life.

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  3. ChiefSeptember 5, 2009 at 9:35 AM

    Wow! I think you have some fun years ahead with that one!

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  4. wendySeptember 5, 2009 at 11:12 AM

    Love it!

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  5. FoursonsSeptember 5, 2009 at 5:11 PM

    Bahahahahaha! Love it! And how great that you have it written down so you'll remember it 15 years from now. :)

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  6. ChristaSeptember 5, 2009 at 6:33 PM

    oh wow... he's a real character isn't he!

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  7. Lisa Page RosenbergSeptember 5, 2009 at 8:38 PM

    I love him. I love him. I love him.

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  8. alybearSeptember 6, 2009 at 6:42 PM

    i think that he has been spending too much time with his oldest sister....me.

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