| Done with fucking finals! sigh..... |
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| I am just sitting in my dorm room, and Jess brings me a daiquiri. Badass. |
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| I just remembered how much life blows when you have to get up early. |
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Little David was in his fifth grade class when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up--- firefighter, police officer, salesperson, etc. David was being uncharacteristically quiet, so the teacher asked him about his father.
"My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's really good, he'll go out in the alley with some guy and have sex with him for money."
The teacher, shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some coloring, and took little David aside to ask him, "Is that really true about your father?"
"No," said David, "He works for the Bush administration, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids." |
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| Zidane, what the fuck was that? |
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