Recently while visiting with my Golden Friends, someone brought up a funny memory I want to share with you.
Once upon a time, around 30 years ago, my friends Lynn, Deb & I were riding around in my big old Ford Fairlane. Somehow, Lynn saw & convinced us to stop and pick up a toilet sitting on a curb (Trash day). We were looking for something to make our friend Sheri smile. I think Sheri was in trouble or something. Otherwise she would have been with us.
So, we hauled this thing over to her house, sat it on her porch, rang the bell & RAN LIKE HELL!
We thought it was a riot. We laughed sooo hard! I seem to recall Sheri's parents not finding the humor. We had to come back and pick it up the next morning.
It would go from porch to porch whenever we felt one of us needed that laugh. It lived in my humongous trunk when not "in transit".
When we replaced the toilet at my new house, I was so tempted to take the old one over to Sheri's porch. I know she would have laughed, but Dan would not have gotten it.
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