Candy from a Stranger!

Your mother always told you,”Never talk to strangers!” And your father always told you,” A stranger’s just a friend you haven’t met yet”. So you listen to your father, and proudly say,”these are my leather socks”, while pointing at the white marvel. The stranger says,”Come with me” and you decide to follow. Outside is a man standing, probably 6 feet, with a big belt, cow boy boots, a cow boy hat… well actually he looks like a rich cow boy! He points at you,”You come here, my associate here tells me you got a lil sumn sumn for us… is that be truee child?!” “unh.. you mean my socks?” You reply with a choked voice. “Yeah those be it… now… I am the owner and founder of the Klancy Katherines Kleen Ballet School, and how bot you import me the ballet slippers starting next week?” you look into your heart.. you know dance and Islam dont mix, but what the hey! You do it! You start importing him slippers… until you realize what “Klancy Katherines Kleen”‘s acronym is…. see what happens when u mix dance with Islam! they dont mix. Period!

P.S. for those of you dimwits out there the Klancy Katherine’s Kleen’s acronym is KKK