An old Cajun was celebrating his 92 years on this Earth.

Sitting down, he smiled and spoke to
his toes.

"Hello dere, toes!" he said, "how you are toes? You know, you 92 today!

Oh, de times we had! Remember when we walk along de bayou wit all dem pretty girls every Sunday afternoon? Dem times we deaux-si-deauxed on de dance floor wit dem same womens? Oh yeah, ahh-heeee! Happy birthday, toes!"

"Hello dere, knees," he continued. "How you are, knees? You know you 92 today. Oh, de times we had, huh! Remember when we march in de crawfish parade? Oh boy, de hurdles we jumped together me and you. Happy birthday, knees!"

Then, he looked down at his crotch and shook his head. "Hello dere Pierre ! You little booger you! Did you know, if you was alive today, you'd be 92.