MothersDay

I'm calling to wish my beautiful, lovely, sexy wife of 54 years a Happy Mother's Day. Y'all is part of the furniture of both of you. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we still got that shit sailing too. Uh-oh, uh-oh, wait a minute, 54 years and ain't nothing lost? That light stick, you still got the power to do it? No, sir, no sir, we children of the 70s. Yes, indeed. And her name is Patricia Limus McGruder. Miss Patricia is celebrating Mother's Day. What you doing for her now, what you gonna be doing? Anything she wants, after all that time, whatever you want, I just come from the bank. Uh-oh, you came from the bank, what you got, some money? Whatever she wanted, yeah, whatever she wants. Now you know she hear this, right? Uh, she will, yeah, she's running her mouth all over the phone, but yeah, she will. Cause she gonna walk in the room with her hand, wait a minute, you got some money? Uh-oh. There you go. And gee, gee, she still look good. Boy, you gonna be in some trouble, hold on. You gonna be in some trouble, keep talking all that mess. Boy, as long as she can't hear me right now. You gonna have to back that up, you gonna have to back that up. Yes, sir, I will, I will. Hey man, I know she appreciates it, I know she appreciates you as well, so congratulations to the both of you. Fifty-four years, man, y'all been married longer than some people in age. So, I'm proud to hear that though. Like they say at my church, the true line of marriage works. There you go, there it is. Thank you for everything you do, Jay, we appreciate that. I appreciate you, thank you for calling and congratulations. You're welcome. Thank you, goodbye. Let me see, who do we need to call?