When my brother was about 20 years old and going to college
in Portland, Oregon, he used to call our parents in Long
Beach, California every time he needed money. He also use
to take a bus every chance he would get to come home for
the week ends, with the support of our parents.
One night he called from Porland and ask our mother if they
would send him some extra money to fly home, since he was
getting tired of the buses. When our father heard this he
yelled from across the room, “Tell him to stick a feather
up his butt and fly home!”
My brother said, “What did Dad say?”
Our mother answered, “He said, you’ll have to take the bus
home, dear.”
a ORIGINAL…indeed… :k:
..par ab nahin! 
