One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children what their fathers did for
a living.
All the typical answers came up -- fireman, mechanic, businessman, salesman,
doctor, lawyer, and so forth.
However, little Justin was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when the
teacher prodded him about his father, he replied, "My father's an exotic
dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other men and they
put money in his underwear. Sometimes, if the offer is really good, he will go
home with some guy and stay with him all night for the right money."
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other
children to work on some exercises and then took little Justin aside to
ask him, "Is that really true about your father?"
"No," the boy said, "He works for the Democratic National Committee and is
helping to get Hillary Clinton elected to be our next President, but I was
too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."
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