Leg Removal

The following was taken from a mid-day telephone conversation between the Palinode and I:

"I'm going to go hair-remove my legs." I said, because I like to speak in hyphens.

"Don't you mean 'leg-remove your hairs'?" he asked.

"No, I'm going to hair-remove my legs. Otherwise, I would be removing my legs and keeping the hair."

"I thought that might be the case, but I'm not one to judge."

"But then you'd be stuck with a wife who had hairballs for calves."

"I would learn to love you again." What a guy.

"You would have to stroke them and say 'Oh, baby, your hairballs get me so hooooot'."

"Well, I was thinking that we would take you to Mexico for some leg replacement therapy."

"Thank you. The hairballs would have irritated my thigh stumps. That's very thoughtful."

"You're welcome."

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