[about having to buy menstrual pads for his daughter]
Bill Engvall:
I go to aisle seventeen, there are like five *thousand* of these things. None of them say "narrow". I'm on the phone with my wife going "please let me come home! No, honey, listen to me, there's no narrow! This one has little butterflies on it! This one plays a little tune!"
[laughter]
Bill Engvall:
Who finds them? My son. Who proceeds to scream out "HERE'S THE LITTLE GIRL NARROW PADS, DADDY!"
[laughter]
Bill Engvall:
Thank you, son. Listen, honey, I don't think they heard you in *SCOTLAND*!
[laughter]
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