Cold comfort
A co-worker was lamenting that when she took her son to Chucky Cheese, he insisted on trading his game tokens for girl's plastic jewlery.
She tried to steer him toward the boy's toys, but he would not be swayed.
I tried to cheer her up. "It's ok," I said. "He's probably not gay, he just wants to grow up to be a rapper."
"Or a pimp," our other co-worker said, helpfully.
I tried to cheer her up. "It's ok," I said. "He's probably not gay, he just wants to grow up to be a rapper."
"Or a pimp," our other co-worker said, helpfully.
posted by Miss Carnivorous @ 7:52 PM
2 Comments:
Or smart...
.... Who will then trade his baubles like a Dutchman to an Injun to get him some hot Pocahantas action.
Damn Donkey, you is no doubt correct Sir, and it's not the first time!
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