Her: [after we had been speaking for some time] You sound like a good Dad.
Me: I try to be, but if I was really that good I wouldn't spend so much time in these fucking places. [I say with a smile].
Her: Well, at least you won't rape them. [She says almost casually].
Me: What?! Of course not, they're my daughters! Why would you say something like that? [I was momentarily angry and perplexed]
Her; 'Cause that's what mine did.
This wasn't even down south, but rather in a club in Philly. The shit we hear.


Q What did the stripper say after she lost her virginity? A Get off me, Dad.