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An old soldier was celebrating 82 years on this earth. He spoke to his toes.

"Hello, toes!" he said, "How are you, toes? You know, you are 82 today. Oh, the times we've had! Remember when we walked in the park in summer every Sunday afternoon? The times we waltzed on the dance floor? Happy birthday, toes!"

"Hello, knees", he continued. "How are you, knees? You know you`re 82 today. Oh, the times we've had! Remember when we marched in the parade? Oh, the hurdles we've jumped together. Happy birthday, knees!"

Then, he looked down at his crotch. "Hello, Willy! If you were alive today, you'd be 82 years old!"
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