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 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 to be our next President, but I was too embarrassed to >say that in front of the other kids."[footinmouth]
