Her Father: What? That’s like “Save the Boobies.”
Girl: Ugg! That’s offensive.
Father: It isn’t. It’s about breast cancer.
Girl: Well, it’s offensive to the breast cancer patients.
Father: It gets attention, in hopes of convincing people to donate money to find a cure, and fund programs for early detection so maybe not as many people have to have mastectomies.
Father’s Friend: Or die.
Father: (nods). Or die.
Girl: (to father’s friend, unconvinced). Don’t you think it’s offensive?
Friend: Is that second base? I don’t even know what second base is any more. Hell, I don’t even play baseball any more. I’m retired. Like Barry Bonds. Me and Barry Bonds are retired.
Father: So, you’ll be extending your career with performance enhancing drugs?
Friend: And risk losing all that time that I like to spend napping? I’m out.
Father: Have you noticed that you never, ever see people wearing t-shirts about testicular cancer?
Friend: Save the balls just doesn’t have the same–panache as boobies.