Right now nobody seems to be finding it to be as funny as they did a while ago."Caller? You are live and on the air with Teresa Callas. I understand y...ou don't want to give us a name. What do you have to say to us today?" Well, I was watching and I just had to call in when you started on the small dick jokes. To tell the truth, I'm surprised I got though this soon."Like that last caller said, penis size is nothing to be making jokes about."My George had a small penis, like you've been joking. I could start with the experience that made me into what I am today but I figure that can wait for now. Maybe it'd be better to give you an idea of what I look like.So lets start with the basics. I'm short... very short. Its the first thing people notice about me when I walk into a room. A few weeks ago I was walking by a group of sixth graders that were out on a field trip and as I went to cross the street away from them one of the chaperones hollered at me to get back with the rest of the. She sighed and went down the hall to the room indicated by the director. She entered and stopped dead in her tracks. The room was nothing like she'd pictured it. Perhaps a bedroom or even a sumptuous sitting room, but this?It was a second before she could convince herself she wasn't sitting on a tree limb in a tree house."Is that you, Sis?" came a hesitant voice. She turned and saw a man dressed up in a style far too young for him.This had to be Jack."Uh, yeah, it's me. Who else were you. Mr. Sharma was also worked in the same bank with my father. They were best friends so Mrs. Sharma and my mother. They had no child in spite of 10 years of marriage. There family and ours were so close. We are just like one family. I used to call them uncle and aunty. They regarded me as their son. I also respected them as like my parents. Let’s come to the point. My examination was two month away. So I was busy with my studies. Suddenly my grand mother was serious ill. Hearing this my father.