Just a Poor Boy
The preacher at my wife’s grandfather’s funeral mentioned in the eulogy at least a solid dozen times that the grandfather was poor. He mentioned that he was so very, very poor. That he never had a dime. But, he loved his family. But, he was soooo poor.
My wife’s brother got so sick of it he actually stood up, in the front row, and just gave everyone a look like, “What is happening?”
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