Bad Grade
Missouri's favorite baby boy is one of the worst Governors in the country.
Somewhere in the Governor's mansion this conversation is overheard:
Baby Boy: Daddy make it go away!
Daddy: I'm sorry son. You have to learn how to play nice.
Baby Boy: But they just don't like me.
(Baby Boy starts to sob)
Baby Boy: C'mon you helped me out before. Remember when that damn hippie gave me a C+ for that paper I wrote about Ronald Reagan being the best President ever?
Daddy: I know. Shut up son. Go to sleep.
Daddy gets up, turns out the light and shakes his head in disgust as he closes the door. (Bluntwatch)
Somewhere in the Governor's mansion this conversation is overheard:
Baby Boy: Daddy make it go away!
Daddy: I'm sorry son. You have to learn how to play nice.
Baby Boy: But they just don't like me.
(Baby Boy starts to sob)
Baby Boy: C'mon you helped me out before. Remember when that damn hippie gave me a C+ for that paper I wrote about Ronald Reagan being the best President ever?
Daddy: I know. Shut up son. Go to sleep.
Daddy gets up, turns out the light and shakes his head in disgust as he closes the door. (Bluntwatch)



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