MY UNCLE WORE A CARDIGAN

My uncle wore a cardigan with a slogan on it embroidered in diamonties. The slogan was so profane that my eyes would not allow the information to be sent through to my brain, my eyes would see it and say, "Sorry, no dice", and send it right back through the refracted light airways. My uncle seemed a little miffed that I was not reacting to his offensive cardigan and he was always waggling it's puffy sleeves in front of me and then storming off in a huff. During of of these huffs he stormed right off a cliff and died. Later, I read in the newspaper about the cardigan his corpse had been found wearing and only then was I able to understand what his strange attitude toward me had been all about.