On being a father
Nov. 11th, 2005 11:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyringA 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."
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."
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Date: 2005-11-11 03:06 pm (UTC)