CRUCIFIED
My fifteen year old daughter went on a date to the movies.
Her escort was a nice young gentleman and a hound dog.
They went to see Conspiracy Theory with Mel Gibson.
Next morning I asked, "How was the movie?"
She snorted, "I left in the middle because he reminded me of you."
I took it as a compliment.
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Memoir, not factual
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