I went to a friend’s wedding last week and whispered to a guy next to me, “The bride is a fucking ugly dog.”
“Do you mind? That’s my daughter you’re talking about.”
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t know you were her father.”
“I’m not. I’m her mother.”
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I went to a friend’s wedding last week and whispered to a guy next to me, “The bride is a fucking ugly dog.”
“Do you mind? That’s my daughter you’re talking about.”
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t know you were her father.”
“I’m not. I’m her mother.”