Sometime last summer, on way to dialysis, I ask the usual questions…
Randy (driving): Dad, have you pooped today?
Dad (indignantly): And, why do you need to know?
Randy: So we have an idea of your dry weight for dialysis!
Dad (drolly): Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, I haven’t pooped today. Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay, I haven’t pooped today.
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay