Tuesday, December 19, 2023

Your morning chuckle - I'm still on the road...



2 comments:

  1. My dad was named George and my brother was named George. Growing up, they always called dad George and brother Georgie. It was until after my brother was safely in his grave did I learn they were calling him George G (his middle initial being G). Only a few years too late.

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