Once back in my two-legged days, I went to my friend's place when his older brother was still living there. I was so in love with that guy's feet; he had a second toe that was longer than all the rest.

So when he came out of the shed out back, I came up behind him and pushed him down. I just ripped his right leg out and put it between my two legs.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"I like your legs and feet so much, I had to help myself to your right leg."

He got up on his left leg and hopped down to the house, and I followed him walking on three legs.

"You could have asked for one of my legs if you wanted it," he said, because he had extra legs upstairs.

So he went upstairs and got two more legs and attached them to where I had ripped his right leg off.

"Sorry," I said, "I didn't know you had extras."

So after he got his legs attached we both had three legs, two right and one left. He got his new pants and put three white socks on.

"You got any extra arms?"

"Yes I do, as a matter of fact."

So he went and got the arms with big muscular hands on them, but in the meantime I had grown four more arms under my two original ones.

When he got back he stopped and looked at me. "Where'd they come from?"

I shrugged. "I grew them while you were gone."