In the toilet. That's where.
Sometimes I feel like I'm a unit.
My grandmother turned 94 over the weekend.
For those of you who haven't met her, she's frail.
Which makes it all the easier to lift her during the keg stands.
Ever attend a birthday in an old folks' home?
It's like attending a birthday for an infant, but with less balloons.
The room that the women in the floral shirts cleared aside for us had a bingo machine in there.
Dad and Colin, needing to know how to fix whatever they encounter, poked at it and discussed its mechanics.
"D'ere's a fan here that must suck the balls up out of it."
"Where's the motor to? Oh, there it is."
And so on.
Then Dad turns it on, and bingo balls go all over the floor.
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