One of my associates at The Grand Rapids Press
just returned from a Disney World vacation.
I innocently asked him if he had a good time and if he said hello to Mickey for me. Here was his reply:
I dry-humped Mickeys leg and was sent to Disney prison. The food was good and
the view from my window was great. I was gang-raped by Pooh, Tigger and
Piglet. I'm in therapy.
Note to self: don't ask people about their vacations.