"My Dad the Dancer"

Just got this one in my inbox and thought I'd share with the the whole class. Has it been making its way around for awhile or is it a new one?

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My Daddy the Dancer


One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up -- fireman, mechanic, businessman, salesman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.

However, little Justin was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when the teacher prodded him about his father, he replied, "My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other men, and they put money in his underwear. Sometimes, if the offer is really good, he will go home with some guy and stay with him all night for money."

The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and then took little Justin aside to ask him, "Is that really true about your father?"

"No", the boy said, "He works for the Democratic National Committee and is helping to get Hillary Clinton to be our next President, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."

A quick Google search turns up posting of this from December '05, possibly earlier.

Yeah, the punchline could be pretty interchangeable so I figured it's probably been around in some form for quite awhile.

[DytchDoctyr]

I heard this one years ago, only the punchline was "No, my dad's really a lawyer." Full version below.

Little Johnny's teacher told the class, "Okay class, today I want all of you, one by one, to tell the class what your father does for a living." Each child in turn stood up and said their father was a policeman, a doctor, a truck driver, etc. Finally, it was Little Johnny's turn. Little Johnny got up and proudly stated, "My Daddy plays the piano in a whorehouse!" The teacher, shocked beyond belief, promptly sent Little Johnny to the principal's office, went to the teacher's lounge, and called his father. She told him what his son had said. The father replied, somewhat embarrassed, "Actually, I'm a lawyer, but how do you explain that to a six year old?"

[Stoneage Dinosaur]

Here's another variation of the joke as recently posted here.

[snapdragonfly]

I remember seeing a bumper sticker in the 80's saying "Please don't tell my momma I'm oil field trash, she thinks I'm a piano player in a whore house."

(this was in Houston, those of you who lived in Texas before the oil crash understand this)

My Dad and my Grandmother were both journalists. They used to share a joke about "Please don't tell my mother I'm working for a newspaper - she thinks I'm playing piano in a house of ill-repute". So that's been around since at least the 1960's.