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We Are Not The Champions

Little Johnny was in his 4th 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.

Johnny 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 his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer's really good he'll go out to the alley with some guys and makes love with them for money"

The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some coloring, and took little Johnny aside to ask him, "is that really true about your father?"

"No," said Johnny, "he plays for the Boston Red Sox, but I was too embarrassed to say so."

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