i have a younger cousin that told me what was supposed to be a
joke one time...
there was a lady who had a son's whose nickname was 'booty itch'...
unfortunately, booty itch got sick and died...
his mother was distraught...
she cried and cried and cried..."oh my booty itch...."
the preacher not knowing he sons nickname thought it strange that she would show her gried in that way...and her family knowing know way to console her...just let her cry...
she cried at the wake..."oh my booty itch...."
again...the preacher sttod by puzzled as her friends just let her cry...
she cried at the funeral all through the reverend's sermon..."oh my booty itch..."
and no one said a word...
she cried at the burial..."oh my booty itch..."
and just beside herself with grief...she made them open the casket....one last time...
"oh my booty itch..."
finally the preacher could stand it no longer...
he jumped up and starts yelling at the lady...
"well, sratch it sista, scratch it!!!!"
yeah...i know...damn near two months without blogging and THIS is what i come up with?
