A Waste Above The Waist

(I’m at a bike rally with my uncle, who is a big, scary, biker guy. I’m a lesbian, and I’ve been trying to find a way to come out to him.)

Uncle: “Would you look at the rack on that one!”

Me: “What a waste.”

Uncle: “What do you mean?”

Me: “They’re too big.”

Uncle: “You are not my niece! There is no such thing as too much boob!”

Me: “Yes there is. You’re just a glutton.”

(A few days later…)

Uncle: “Were you trying to tell me something the other day?”

Me: “I’m gay?”

Uncle: “Well, you’re a lousy gay! There’s no such thing as too much boob!”