I hope you like this one. Especially after the pounding I got over
the last one.


Little Earl 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 - fireman, policeman, salesman, etc.

Earl was being uncharacteristically quiet, and 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 to 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 then took Little Earl aside.
"Is that really true about your father?" she asked.

"No," said Earl, "he works for the Bush administration, but I was too
embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."