When visiting my daughter this morning to perform my routine sin inspection, I noticed gingerbread men on the kitchen counter.
"What are these?" I roared.
"The kids and I baked some gingerbread men last night," my daughter replied. "It was fun."
"Do you think it's appropriate," I lovingly screamed, "for young girls to bake male-shaped cookies?"
Then I noticed one of my granddaughters biting into a gingerbread man's groin. Naturally, I dispensed some beatings for this unforgivable outrage.
Ladies, let my wayward whore of a daughter's actions serve as an example to all of you. Avoid these sinful cookies. If you simply must bake gingerbread men, only make them from the waist up--think of them as homeless, Vietnam War veterans*--so that salacious little strumpets like my eleven-year-old granddaughter cannot pretend they are gobbling tallywackers.
*You can even bake little, wheeled carts for them.
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