This is just too funny not to share.
My daughter and I were sitting in my car, and somehow, not
sure why because I don’t follow this kind of thing, were indulging in a moment
of celebrity gossip. The topic was Lamar Odom, and his unfortunate bad luck to
collapse, and let’s be honest here, in a whore house.
We hear a voice from the back seat...oops...forgot younger
ears were in the vicinity. She had obviously been listening, and had a
question. “Was it at the Fantasy Farm?”
“What?” her mother returned. She was wondering what her
daughter knew about the ‘ranch’ where the Odom incident occurred.
“Was it at the Fantasy Farm?”
“What?” we asked again. We were still in a bit of shock,
denial?
“The Horror House. Was it at the Fantasy Farm?” the kid
repeated, her brow furrowed, wondering at the sanity of this older generation.
“Oh, horror,” we laughed. “No, it was at a different one, someplace
else, not at the Fantasy Farm.”
Saved once again.
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