A Stalker, Stripper, and a 10th Grade Biology Teacher

Things couldn't be better in the day and life of Frank McBoob. However, I present the following story:

Yesterday, I'm walking down the street and a loyal viewer runs over.

"Frank?!?! Frank McBoob!?!"
"Why yes... it is me." I say with a smile.
"Frank, I am just the biggest fan of you."
"Well, thanks for watching."

Then I got to thinking, what if this guy is a stalker? What if he hangs pictures of me on his walls and worships them before he goes to bed? What if he kisses my pictures? So I say to him.. I says:

"Are you crazy?!?!"
"Excuse me?" he says.
"Are you a stalker?"
"What? No!"

Then I get to thinking... you know what. He's probably not a stalker. Just a very nice guy. Well, then I think... nice guys... many nice guys are really annoying and are usually 10th grade biology teachers (don't ask me why, but it's the truth). So, I say to him, I says:

"Oh. Sorry... I just thought maybe you were. I know your not. I'm just kiddin'!"
"Oh. All right. It's okay."
"So, how's class going these days?"
"Class? What do you mean?"
"Well, you're a nice guy... so biology class... kids are probably annoying sometimes."
"What the hell are you talking about?"

Then it struck me. He's definitely not a biology teacher. He's definitely something else. So, I say to him, I says:

"Nothing. It's probably tough work being a stripper though."

He just stares at me. Then he says:

"I hate you."

And he turns around and runs away. Man that guy was strange.

Sincerely,
Frank U. McBoob

P.S. Frank's Friend Money Tracker Total:

$18.62