Since day one, my life has been filled with boners... to the point where I kinda just push them into the back of my mind...
When telling jokes about friends, growing up... I always "crossed the line"... and got those looks from people...
There was a girl with a missing arm... My "friend" said something about her dad beating her... I innocently asked, "is that how she lost her arm?"...
"That's cold, Harry"... I was 5!
8 year old Tuttle, hanging out with the "Older boys on the block"... listening to racist jokes... Y'know, the one about the velcro on the roof in order to stop the black kids from jumping on the bed....
Well, after hearing that one, I took a piece of velcro and said, "Does that really work?" and stuck it on the hair of our Mulatto buddy...
"That's cold, Harry..."
P.S. it doesn't really work...
My life is full of innocent comments that accidentally piss someone off...
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