This morning, I ran into my mate Charlie, who, bless him, has only one arm.
I asked him, “Where are you headed, Charlie?”
He replied, “I’m going to change a light bulb.”
I couldn’t help but crack up and laughed, then responded,
“That’s gonna be a bit awkward, isn’t it?”
“Not really,” he replied. “I still have the receipt, you insensitive bastard.”
