One April fool's morning he told us there was a box of puppies in the basement. So we barreled down the steep steps and found an empty shoe box. And we were all confused and searched around for our puppies on the lam. We climbed back up to the kitchen, a gang of peejay clad fools, all like,
"Uh, where are our puppies, grandpa?"
Good one, man.
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