I remember as a kid, at the Thanksgiving table, Uncle Don, and my brother Doug, would sit at the table and fire off one-liners left and right. It was as though the two of them prepared for months for this annual dual.
It brought me joy to watch their faces as they would smirk with glee at each barrage. I can hear the laughter of my grandmother.
As you might expect, my Uncle Don has taken to spreading his love of rib-tickling to the Internet with his occasional e-mails.
I received this from him today, and thought I would share it here. Even though the Michigan economy is greatly struggling, my Uncle Don is able to poke you in the rib, and squeeze a laugh out of you.
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