Yesterday my girlfriend took me to meet her parents for the very first time. Somehow I don’t think I made a very good impression.
After eying me up and down, the father challenged me: “Tell me, young man, are your intentions toward our daughter honorable or dishonorable?”
“You mean I have a choice?” I replied.
“No, of course not,” he went on, “but you have to understand our daughter is well reared.”
“There’s nothing much wrong with her front half either,” I hastened to assure him.