An old Cajun was celebrating 92 years on this Earth. He spoke to his toes. "Hello, der toes!" he said, "How y'all are, toes? You know, you 92 today? Oh, de times we've had! Remember when we walk along de bayou wit all dem pretty female womens every Sunday afternoon? Them times we deaux-si-deauxed on de dance floor wit dem same Womens? Oh yeah, ahh-heeee! Happy birthday, toes!" "Hello, knees," he continued. "How y'all are, knees? You know you 92 today? Oh, de times we had, huh! Remember when we march in de crawfish parade? Oh boy, de hurdles we jumped together, me and you. Happy birthday, knees!" Then, he looked down at his crotch. "Hello der Pierre! You little booger you!! If you were alive today, you'd be 92!"