On being a father

[skyring]

A man is standing in the queue at the supermarket when he notices a very dishy blonde behind him who has just raised her hand and smiled hello to him. He is rather taken aback that such a looker would be waving to him, and although familiar, he can't place where he might know her from, so he says, "Sorry, do you know me?"

The woman replies, "I maybe mistaken, but I thought you might be the father of one of my children!"

His mind shoots back to the one and only time he has been unfaithful.

"Christ!" he says, "Are you that strippergram on my stag night that I shagged on the snooker table in front of all my friends whilst your mate whipped me with some wet celery and stuck a cucumber up my bum?!"

"No," the woman replies, coldly, "I teach your son English."

Comments

[skyring.livejournal.com]

Oh dear!

What a thing to ask of Rars!

And if it was crudely aimed at me, no, the teachers of my children run like hell if they see me on the horizon!

[bookczuk.livejournal.com]

Whoops! Misplaced modifier!

That was indeed to you!

[skyring.livejournal.com]

I made sure I didn't have a stag night. Took Kerri out to a nice restaurant, we sat outside under the pergola in the mellow Brisbane summer evening, sipped champagne and enjoyed the atmosphere.

A did the football team having their end of season celebration beside us.

[rarsberry.livejournal.com]

What a thing to ask of Rars!

Ummmm, huh?
Did I miss something?

[skyring.livejournal.com]

Just joking! Bookczuk seemed to be asking you if it was autobiographical, and I took her the wrong way, shocked that anyone would ask such a question of you.

Or me for that matter.

Really, these nurses are very earthy.

I was only posting that joke to be polite.

[rarsberry.livejournal.com]

I understand now!! :o)