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.”
我不是会计
女孩的父亲看见她和男友在前门廊处接吻。他们足足接吻了五分钟，然后她才说“晚安”，接着走进屋里。父亲在起居室里遇见她，愤慨地问道，“你吻了那个男孩多少次了？”
“我怎么知道，爸爸？‘女儿反问道。”你把我养大是让我做家庭主妇而不是会计。”
