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when I grow up, by Casper
Casper: When I am 18, will I be able to cross the street by myself?
mr. flea: Yes.
Casper: I can't wait to be 18! I will go to college, and cross the street by myself, and have my own place!
(One of these things is not like the others!)
mr. flea: Yes.
Casper: I can't wait to be 18! I will go to college, and cross the street by myself, and have my own place!
(One of these things is not like the others!)
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My version when I was a kid was, "I'm going to cross the street by myself when you and daddy die."
Morbid from youth, evidently. Good thing my folks just laughed. (And laughed and laughed, apparently.)