I’m Not an Accountant
The girl’s father saw hr smooching with her boyfriend on the front porch. For a good five minutes they kissed before she finally said” good night and entered the house. The father met her in the living room and indignantly asked, “How many times did you kiss that boy?”
“How should I know, Daddy?” countered the daughter.” You raised me to be a housewife, not an accoountant.”
我不是會計
女孩的父親看見她和男友在前門廊處接吻。他們足足接吻了五分鐘，然后她才說“晚安”，接著走進屋里。父親在起居室里遇見她，憤慨地問道，“你吻了那個男孩多少次了？”
“我怎么知道，爸爸？‘女兒反問道。”你把我養(yǎng)大是讓我做家庭主婦而不是會計。”
