So, a little while ago I was home in Ogden just chillin' with my family, and my little sister Annika told me a hilarious story.
She's 14
14-year-olds say the darndest things.
She and her little 14-year-old friends were having a
deep intellectual conversation
about the cinematic masterpiece Moulin Rouge.
One of them had never seen it, so they were explaining to her that the movie was about a man who fell in love with a prostitute.
The friend, after hearing this, said:
"Oh! so she had a wooden leg?"
Apparently, prosthetics and prostitutes are the same thing.
After I heard this, I nearly laughed my head off.
No joke.
They could have called me Nearly Headless Brittany.
The End.
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