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He's only three sir... please don't beat me up. |
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One day at the local Wal-Mart, my son (age 3) and I were waiting in line to pay for our items. My son was sitting in the shopping cart and looking at the gentleman who was in line in front of us. This person who had my son's complete attention was obviously a biker of some sort. He was dressed head-to-toe in leather, had metal studded biker chaps, a full bushy beard, and long hair down past the middle of his back. My son just stared and stared... and then, out of his mouth at full volume came this inquisitive question:
"Daddy, why that guy have girl hair?"
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