Ha Ha

My aunt has a (bad) habit of buying Gracie obnoxiously loud presents. This year's lovely is a pink Barb*ie keyboard. Yes, bad enough that we are forced to listen to a 3/4 year old banging madly on a keyboard, but it also has another feature. A sort of karaoke feature. It plays four song and has a microphone so she can sing along. And she does...LOUDLY.

No big, right?

Wrong.

One of the songs is a freaking Britney Spears song. "I'm not that innocent...". So, I call my aunt and tell her, yeah, thanks a lot. That slut was never to be allowed in my house and now you've brought her here.

She laughed. A lot.

But, it gets better...

Remember the "sings LOUDLY" part I mentioned? Well, Gracie doesn't really know all the words. She gets the really easy ones, but mostly you hear a lot of "nah. nuh. uh..." where the lyrics should be.

Here's the funny part.

Today I really listened to what should have been "I'm not that innocent..."

What she said was "I'm not that impotent..."

I'm still dying. Oh, my aunt is gay. Why does that make it funnier to me?