Post by femalefeline80 on Dec 24, 2006 11:56:47 GMT -6
My Daddy the Dancer
One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children what their fathers
did for a living.
All the typical answers came up -- fireman, mechanic, businessman,
salesman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.
However, little Justin was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when
the teacher prodded him about his father, he replied, "My father's an
exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other
men and they put money in his underwear. Sometimes, if the offer is really
good, he will go home with some guy and stay with him all night for money."
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the
other children to work on some exercises and then took little Justin aside to
ask him, "Is that really true about your father?"
"No," the boy said, "He works for the Democratic National Committee and
is helping to get Hillary Clinton to be our next President, but I was too
embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."
One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children what their fathers
did for a living.
All the typical answers came up -- fireman, mechanic, businessman,
salesman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.
However, little Justin was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when
the teacher prodded him about his father, he replied, "My father's an
exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other
men and they put money in his underwear. Sometimes, if the offer is really
good, he will go home with some guy and stay with him all night for money."
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the
other children to work on some exercises and then took little Justin aside to
ask him, "Is that really true about your father?"
"No," the boy said, "He works for the Democratic National Committee and
is helping to get Hillary Clinton to be our next President, but I was too
embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."