Thursday, May 19, 2016
Greetings Laff Lovers,
I just read a story about how the city of New York has just passed some new laws which make it a finable offense for landlords and businesses to refuse to refer to transgender people by their preferred gender pronoun.
For example; it is common among the GBLT community (and I'm not sure, but I think that stands for Gay Bacon Lettuce and Tomato) for people to refer to themselves as 'ze' instead of she and 'hir' instead of him.
But it appears, the way new law is described, that the policy is to ask everyone what their preferred gender pronoun is, so options are not limited to he or she, or even ze or hir.
This opens up all sorts of opportunities. As I pointed out in an earlier issue of Laff-a-Day
, I feel like I missed out on this new sexual identity revolution.
So therefore, I don't want people to refer to me as he or him anymore.
I now want you to say... Nee!
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A seven-year-old boy is sitting at the dinner table with his parents. Suddenly he announces, "Me and Janie next door are gonna get married!"
"Oh?" says the mother, amused. "And how old is Janie?"
"Six," replies the boy.
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"I get 5 dollars a week allowance," says the son, "and Janie gets 2. We figured that if we put them together, we'll be okay."
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