You homos. Don't get your butt cracks all moist thinking about me.
This is the original email exactly the way I received it:
> A GUY GOES TO A SUPERMARKET AND NOTICES A BEAUTIFUL BLONDE WAVE AT HIM
> AND
> >>SAYS HELLO.
> >>
> >>HE'S RATHER TAKEN BACK, BECAUSE HE CAN'T PLACE WHERE HE KNOWS HER
> FROM, SO
> HE SAYS, "DO YOU KNOW ME?"
> >>
> >>TO WHICH SHE REPLIES "I THINK YOU'RE THE FATHER OF ONE OF MY KIDS."
> >>
> >>NOW HE THINKS BACK TO THE ONLY TIME HE HAS EVER BEEN UNFAITHFUL TO HIS
>
> >>WIFE AND SAYS, "MY GOD, ARE YOU THE STRIPPER FROM MY BACHELOR PARTY
> THAT I
> >>LAID ON THE POOL TABLE WITH ALL MY BUDDIES WATCHING, WHILE YOUR
> PARTNER
> >>WHIPPED MY ASS WITH WET CELERY AND THEN STUCK A CARROT UP MY BUTT?"
> >>
> >>SHE SAID "NO, I'M YOUR SONS MATH TEACHER.
>
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