Thursday, December 4, 2008

Out of the Mouths of Fathers.

My dad came to see me and we went for a walk together. He said that one of his friends was working out how to use the Internet and that he'd Goggled my name. I think it must just have been my real first name, cause otherwise this story doesn't make any sense.

Dad said they'd had fun and then they'd come across a web site adverting a prostitute with my name.

And Dad has turned to his friend and said, "No. Never my daughter!"

I didn't point out that I'd have to have been a hydrocephalic retard child to go into the business with my real name.

I just said, "That's right Dad. That web site wasn't me."

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