My Daddy the Dancer...
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> > > 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.
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> > > 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 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?"
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> > > "No," the boy said, "He works for the Democratic National
> > > Committee and is helping to get Hillary Clinton to be our next
> > > President, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other
> > > kids."