Andrew said, "tell me a story."

I told him, "Once I loved a man with no legs. The novelty was fun, until one day he took off his left plastic leg and hit my dog with it. When I broke up with him, he called me a bigot."

Andrew said, "I want a happy story!"

So I told him, "Once I loved a man with three legs. He carried me around on his shoulders and I could always reach the top shelf."