Saturday Night at the Hoopers
"I'm sterile, Marge," George Hooper finally admitted to his wife
of forty-nine years.
Marge pondered the information gathered.
"Oh," she stoically replied, "I guess that would explain how
come we never had any babies, now wouldn't it?"
"I wanted to tell you…" George pleaded.
"Oh well, don't worry about it, George. We have a beautiful son. And even
if young Brian is adopted, we love him just the same, don't we?"
"Yes, of course," George replied. "Even though young Brian is…different."
"Let's not discuss such things, George Romero Hooper!" Marge exclaimed
angrily. "Now you just hurry up and get your job done and get your fat
ass off me!"
Women!
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