i bite my thumb at you.

dedicated to my grandfather. RiP.


A soldier was finally comming home after having fought in the second world war.

He called his parents from San Fran.

"Mom. Dad. I'm coming home, but I've got a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me."

"Sure," they replied. "We'd love to meet him."

"There's something you should know, first. He was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He was hit, and ended up losing an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."

"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere else to live."

"No, mom and dad. I want him to live with us."

"But-"

"No, mom and dad. I want him to live with us."

"Son," said the father." You don't understand. You don't know what you're asking. SOmeone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives."

"No, mom and dad. I want him to live with us."

"I think you should just come on home, and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."

At this point, the son hung up. The parents heard nothing more from him.

A few days later, they recieved a call from the San Francisco police.

Their son had died, after falling from a building. The police believed it was suicide.

Grief-stricken. the parents flew to San Francisco, and we taken to the city morgue to identify the body.

They recognized him.

But to their horror, they also discovered something they didn't know.

Their son only had one arm.

and one leg.