There's a joke about an old Jewish guy who gets run over in the street. As he's lying there about to expire, a Roman Catholic priest rushes up and tries to give him the last rites. "My son," asks the priest, "Do you believe in The Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost?"
If I was in need of an ambulance and was asked for my pronouns, I'd be t…
There's a joke about an old Jewish guy who gets run over in the street. As he's lying there about to expire, a Roman Catholic priest rushes up and tries to give him the last rites. "My son," asks the priest, "Do you believe in The Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost?"
If I was in need of an ambulance and was asked for my pronouns, I'd be tempted to reply like the old man: "I'm dying, and HE'S ASKING ME RIDDLES!"
There's a joke about an old Jewish guy who gets run over in the street. As he's lying there about to expire, a Roman Catholic priest rushes up and tries to give him the last rites. "My son," asks the priest, "Do you believe in The Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost?"
If I was in need of an ambulance and was asked for my pronouns, I'd be tempted to reply like the old man: "I'm dying, and HE'S ASKING ME RIDDLES!"