and everytime we touch, I get this feeling.
Today my dad told my mother and I a joke he had heard on NPR. This joke is sick and offensive, so I must pass it along.
A child molester and a little boy are walking a dark forest by a path in the middle of a storm: the leaves whip together, rain drips down, and the wind is howling like mad. They are cold, wet, and cannot see anything, but occasionally hear noises from passing animals.
The little boy trembles. "I'm so scared," he says.
"You're scared?" asks the child molester...
"I have to walk out of this forest alone!"
Oh.. oh, bad.
I have a lot of things I would like to do today, but first I need a nap.
A child molester and a little boy are walking a dark forest by a path in the middle of a storm: the leaves whip together, rain drips down, and the wind is howling like mad. They are cold, wet, and cannot see anything, but occasionally hear noises from passing animals.
The little boy trembles. "I'm so scared," he says.
"You're scared?" asks the child molester...
"I have to walk out of this forest alone!"
Oh.. oh, bad.
I have a lot of things I would like to do today, but first I need a nap.