A father, mother, daughter and their family dog walk into a talent agent's office. The father says to the agent "We'd like for you to represent us."
The agent says "I'm sorry, I don't do family acts. They're too cutsey."
The mother says, "No, no. Just let us show it to you and I'm sure you'll change your mind."
The family then one by one rips off their clothes. The father and the son both strap on matching toolbelts while the mother pulls out a backpacker's guitar, sits on the desk of the agent and begins to strum "I write the songs" by Barry Manilow.
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Still writing my Aristocrats joke...yes, i'm sure you're thinking that I am a sick motherfucker which also may be true, but it gets me through guard duty...
will update it as it progresses.
anyway, home for the next few days. I'm already tittering with excitement. Probably going to drink heavily with RaoulDuke77 and then to TA with the lady friend.
The agent says "I'm sorry, I don't do family acts. They're too cutsey."
The mother says, "No, no. Just let us show it to you and I'm sure you'll change your mind."
The family then one by one rips off their clothes. The father and the son both strap on matching toolbelts while the mother pulls out a backpacker's guitar, sits on the desk of the agent and begins to strum "I write the songs" by Barry Manilow.
..........
Still writing my Aristocrats joke...yes, i'm sure you're thinking that I am a sick motherfucker which also may be true, but it gets me through guard duty...
will update it as it progresses.
anyway, home for the next few days. I'm already tittering with excitement. Probably going to drink heavily with RaoulDuke77 and then to TA with the lady friend.