What made you laugh today? 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Backstory:

My parents are both hard of hearing and neither had on hearing aids today. 🙄

My dad is very proud that his Ancestry dna tests show so much Native American percentages.

What made me laugh: (I'm laughing thinking about it as I type)


He comes up beside her, raises his hand, and says "how". She can't hear, so she asks, "what?" - and he does it again.

(here's the funny part)

She yells at him, "I'm no ho!"

These two will either keep me laughing and young, or kill me - we keep going back and forth.
 
Backstory:

My parents are both hard of hearing and neither had on hearing aids today. 🙄

My dad is very proud that his Ancestry dna tests show so much Native American percentages.

What made me laugh: (I'm laughing thinking about it as I type)


He comes up beside her, raises his hand, and says "how". She can't hear, so she asks, "what?" - and he does it again.

(here's the funny part)

She yells at him, "I'm no ho!"

These two will either keep me laughing and young, or kill me - we keep going back and forth.
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These residents know they must endure the flood of leather and ass-less chaps. They will Fight the Good Fight and will Triumph, as they do every year, against the hordes of degenerates who somehow never get the message: These are not the sausages you are looking for!
 
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