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November 07, 2003

A joke my son told me tonight

Quinton likes to tell jokes, the same way I do. He's pretty outgoing and even though he seems to have no interest in music, he is a natural-born entertainer. But I didn't like the joke he told me tonight. This was it:

"Daddy, a little boy asked if he could take a shower with his mama. She said, okay, but don't look down. The little boy looked down and asked, what's THAT? Mama said, that's my garage door.

The same little boy asked if he could take a shower with his daddy. Daddy said, okay, but don't look down. The little boy looked down and asked, Daddy, what's THAT? Daddy said, that's my limosine.

One night a thunderstorm came and the little boy ran to mama and daddy's bedroom, because he was afraid. Can I sleep in YOUR bed tonight, he asked? His parents said, okay, but don't look down. The little boy looked down and said, Mama you'd better turn on the lights in the garage because I think daddy wants to park his limousine."

I asked Quinton where he heard that joke. "The school bus," he replied.

Well, he'll be 10 years old next month. That kinda shit happens on a school bus. I'm not certain that he knew what was supposed to be funny about the joke, but he told it anyway. You know what really chapped my ass about it?

HIS MAMA has put limosines in HER garage right in front of him LONG before we were divorced. The bloodless cunt can act as precious as she wants to ACT, but SHE DID THAT SHIT. She RUBBED MY NOSE IN IT, too. She can lie, deny and go to church all she wants to now, but I KNOW what that woman is capable of. And she did it all in front of my son, as she hauled HIM off WITH HER on her fuck-trips and bangathons. I will NEVER forgive her for that shit. That cunt.

She can hate me, forget about me and ignore me all she wants to. But she can't change what she did. Hell, she's probably parking another limosine tonight. At least Quinton isn't around to see it.

And anybody who doesn't like me writing about the truth can kiss my Cracker ass.

Comments

I can agree with you 100%. You are a TALL MAN DADDY. Quinton's lucky to have you as a father. From what you've written, I think he knows it, too.

Posted by: Ms Anna on November 8, 2003 04:18 AM

Nah, he probably didn't understand the joke. My son came home from school one day and I heard him in the kitchen telling his Mom the old joke about about "being a little hard on the Beaver." She was pretty surprised, but she laughed, so he went off to his room pleased. I got the job of explaining to him what the joke actually meant -- since his grandma was coming over to have dinner with us........ :-)

Posted by: Rusty on November 8, 2003 11:26 AM
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