Mom, I’m pregnant

Mom, I’m pregnant

“Mom, I’m pregnant,” announced the sixteen-year-old one morning in a belligerent tone of
voice.
Her mother paled.
“And it’s all your fault,” continued the girl.
“My fault?” gasped her mother, startled. “I bought you books, showed you pictures. I
told you all about the facts of life.”
“Yeah, yeah—but you never taught me how to give a decent blow job, did you?”