<<<My mother wouldn't have anything to do with your father,
though I'm sure the poor man is lonely.>>>
How touching it is to me that your "mother" (I use quotes because however feminine she may seem to her clients in the subway, she could not have given birth to you herself, her hermaphraditic condition rendering her tragically infertile) feels she must resort to name-dropping in a vain attempt to win the respect of her whore-peers and the love of her grotesque "family."
Yes, sickening as it is to see your vile mother and my magnificent father romatically linked even if only in her diseased braincells, I can well understand the poor he-she wanting others to believe my Nobel Prize-winning father desired her. Because Dad is so kind, he once threw her a quarter, which gesture triggered her wishful delusions. Dad threw the quarter on the subway track where she was servicing a client, hoping to call her attention to the oncoming train. He was unsuccessful in that so focussed was she on the task for which she was using her head, if you get my gist, the back of it was struck successively by each of 37 trains. This may sound tragic, but in fact, her intellect remained the same as before the incident (undetectable)-- and the client was extraordinarily pleased.
And now you know the origin of your "Mom's" professional specialty. The beauty of it is that she avoids the overhead of a hotel room, a subway track being available all day for a single token! |
