Godson was rummaging through his room.
His mom (M): What you looking for?
Godson (GS): I'm looking for a hooker. I really need one
M: (Snickering knowing that he is looking for something to hook a tool to his belt)
GS: It's not funny mom. I could die without a hooker to hold my oxygen. I can't live without hookers.
M: Let's pray to god then that the Godfather avoids taking you to Vegas when you're older.
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