Thursday, December 29, 2016
During One Of Our Lessons, I Asked The Children What Their Fathers Did For A Living.
"My Dad runs the fire station. He's the station officer," said Simon. "Very good, Simon. Anyone else?" "My Dad runs the local prison," piped up Billy. "Excellent, Billy. Is he the prison governor?" I asked. "No, sir, he's just the hardest cunt in there."
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