Bronwen and I were taking Stewie for a walk on Saturday. We were on the elevator when a woman got on. After riding in silence for a bit, I asked Bronwen, "What kind of dog is that?"
She looked at me with one eyebrow cocked in a "Uh oh, what are you gonna do?" way. Before she could ruin my fun, I said, "He's ugly."
The woman laughed. Bronwen shook her head, and felt the need to explain that "He's the father."
Rock On,
Aitch
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