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Golden Rules At the Finest Schools

I sent my daughter to the finest schools where she learned all the golden rules Race-baiting pays, one's pronouns are weighed with marijuana fill up the ashtrays 'B-' student in high school, all 'A's' in college 'Hmmm,' I thought to myself, 'No way!' Then I glanced at the names of her courses 'Kweer Poetry' and 'Intro to Transphobic Horses' So, I told my daughter she'd have to transfer into 'Business' ~ to be a hemp entrepeneur

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Date: 10/19/2023 5:35:00 PM
Another apt poem on those whacky wokies. Love the business decision at the end!
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 10/19/2023 6:28:00 PM
Strictly business, David -- monkey business!
Date: 10/19/2023 5:56:00 AM
Reminds me of my dad telling my daughter: Sure get a belly ring, just don’t install it. (Those Dad one liners are priceless)
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 10/19/2023 6:33:00 PM
Hahahahaha. Dad jokes are the best!!
Date: 10/19/2023 5:48:00 AM
sadly they can't spell C A T but they know all its pronouns...
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 10/19/2023 6:34:00 PM
They can spell cat, but they don't know what it/he/she/they/we mean.
Date: 10/18/2023 7:48:00 PM
This made me giggle. Great you are a supportive dad.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 10/19/2023 6:36:00 PM
I try my best with my kids. Often feel like a failure...

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