i visited my partially vegetablized grandmother a few days ago with my older brother. we had the pleasure of finding her in the dining room just prior to 11 am. for lunch. this conversation took place between me and another nursing home resident who sat at this table with us.
bernice g (to me, reaching for me): that's my hand
me, to bernice: no, that's your hand. this one's mine.
bernice: i want to eat it.
me: you're a cannibal.
bernice: i wanna go ho hum
i figured bernice would top me in last words all day, so our improv ceased there. may you be ho humming from now 'til the end of time and beyond, bernice
bernice g (to me, reaching for me): that's my hand
me, to bernice: no, that's your hand. this one's mine.
bernice: i want to eat it.
me: you're a cannibal.
bernice: i wanna go ho hum
i figured bernice would top me in last words all day, so our improv ceased there. may you be ho humming from now 'til the end of time and beyond, bernice
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