I have a "where's my grandpa's dentures?" story:
When I was a kid and we'd go visit the relatives once a year on the east coast...we'd go to my grandparents house and my grandpa, who we called Pappy, would mow the lawn in shifts.
He would follow the shade of the trees around through out the day...and then come in and take a rest and drink some tea.
Well,
come dinner time, Pappy was just having some sliced tomato. WELL, that did not sit with Grandma and she said, "Warren, You have to eat more than just tomatos. Put some meat on your plate..." If you knew my Pappy, you'd know he was TALL and skinny and could afford a couple extra pounds.
So Pappy informs Grandma he lost his dentures. So all of us grandkids, 9 of us, got together and searched the lawn. The aunts and uncles searched the house... and no luck. So Uncle Donny starts probing Pappy for more answers and Pappy thinks real hard and says, He recalls he put em in his shirt pocket and went and mowed. So as he's saying this, he is reaching into his shirt pocket and low and behold...his dentures.
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