I post this joke from New Yorker to get a laugh out of Mauri. I could just show it to him since he’s in the next room.

NY Times joke 1

But that isn’t as much fun. I don’t try to tell either one of his “two stories” because they never come out right, so next time you see him you can ask him to tell about the time he looked in the window of his mother’s oven and saw a huge beef tongue baking for dinner.

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