An old fellow was celebrating 92 years on this Earth. He spoke to his toes "Hello, toes!" he said, "How are you, toes? You know, you are 92 today. Oh, the times we've had! Remember we walked in the park in the summer every Sunday afternoon. And remember the times we waltzed on the dance floor? Happy Birthday, toes!" "Hello, knees," he continued. "How are you, knees? You know you're 92 today. Oh, the times we've had! Remember when we marched in the parade? Oh the hurdles we've jumped together. Happy Birthday knees!" "Hello, hands," he reminisced, "How are you hand and fingers? Today you are 92. We've done so much over the years, lots of good things and some wicked things too. Happy birthday hands." Then, he looked down at his crotch. "Hello Willie! You Little bugger, if you were still alive today, you'd be 92."