From my dear brother:
A little boy says to his mother, “Mommy,how come I’m black and you’re white?”
His mother replied, “Don’t even go there! From what I can remember about that damn party, you’re lucky you don’t bark!”
From my dear brother:
A little boy says to his mother, “Mommy,how come I’m black and you’re white?”
His mother replied, “Don’t even go there! From what I can remember about that damn party, you’re lucky you don’t bark!”