It is Angry Harry’s birthday.
He is 100 years old today!
Hurrah for Angry Harry!
“Oooo. Aaaggh. Oh, my goodness. My back hurts,” he says.
“Well, you are 100!” says his wife proudly.
“Hhhaaahhhh. That’s better,” he continues, as his wife lovingly props the pillow under him so that he can sit up more comfortably in the bed while he sips his tea.
“Does it still hurt?” she asks kindly.
“Oh yes,” Angry Harry replies. “My muscles are sore from all that lifting yesterday. And that twenty-mile run has made my buttocks ache.”
“Twenty miles?” says his second wife. “That’s nothing for you Angry Harry. You normally do forty!”