My Years as a Preschool Teacher

While drinking, I told my friend I was going to write a book. My friend asked, “What kind of book?” I said, “My Years as a Preschool Teacher.” My friend stared at me in shock. “That title’s got a real kick to it. It could be a hit.” I cursed at him. “Get lost. It’s a pure-love novel.” My friend gave me a look of disdain. “Sure, sure. Just as pure as your Quark Browser history…”