One day in class little Tommie's teacher told the class that each one of them would be asked to stand in front of the class and tell something about their father's job and what they do.
As student after student took their place in front of the room the occupations went from construction workers to doctors and lots in between.
When it came time for little Tommie to take his turn he walked slowly to the front of the class and just stood there for a few minutes with a frown.
Then in a flash he smiled and began talking.
"My father is an exotic dancer that entertains at gay strip clubs.He dances erotically and men slip money into his g-string.Sometimes if the men have enough money my dad will even go home with them for awhile."

After the class was dismissed the teacher asked Tommie to stay for a few minutes."why in the world would you get up in front of your fellow classmates and say such things about your father?" she asked him.

"I was just making it all up." Tommie answered her.My dad really works for the Bush administration but I was to embarrassed to tell them that.