Charm School
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Loading ...Two delicate flowers of Southern womanhood were conversing on the porch swing of a large white-pillared mansion. The first woman said, “When my first child was born, my husband built this beautiful mansion for me.”
The second woman commented, “Well, isn’t that nice.”
The first woman continued “When my second child was born, my husband bought me that fine Cadillac automobile you see parked in the drive.”
Again, the comment, “Well, isn’t that nice.”
The first boasted, “Then, when my third child was born, my husband bought me this exquisite diamond bracelet.”
Yet again, the second commented “Well, isn’t that nice.”
The first woman then asked her companion, “What did your husband buy for you when you had your first child?”
The second woman replied, “My husband sent me to charm school.”
“Charm school!” the first woman cried “land sakes, child, what on Earth for?”
The second woman responded, “So that instead of saying ‘who gives a flying “___” (insert your favorite expletive), I learned to say ‘Well, isn’t that nice!”