Please be kind. This is the first bit of 'comedy' I've submitted. Please don't be afraid to be constructive though.
Teenage girl, bit chavvy, sat in the lounge reading celebrity magazines. Pile of magazines on the table, Dad walks in, picks one up & sits down to look through.
Dad: Who's that girl?
Daughter: Which?
Dad shows daughter the picture.
Dad: That one, the one with a dog in her handbag.
Daughter: That's Peaches.
Dad: Peaches?
Daughter: Yeah, she's called Peaches.
Dad: No sweetheart, not the name of the dog, the name of the girl.
Daughter: That is the name of the girl, she's called Peaches Geldof. Oh my God Dad, you're so un-cool.
Dad: Peaches? Where's the other one?
Daughter: The other what?
Dad: The other Peach. One person can't be a multiple surely. That's like U2's The Edge being called The Edges or if I wasn't married to your mum & referring to myself as Mr. & Mrs. Jackson, I'd be locked up.
Daughter: (tuts) It's just Peaches innit. She's allowed a different name, she's a celebrity. Celebrities are different than normal people.
Dad: Celebrity? So what does she do then?
Daughter: What?
Dad: What's she famous for? Why's she famous?
Daughter: She's just famous. Her parents are famous so she is. She doesn't do anything.
Dad: How does that work then? I'm an accountant but that doesn't make you one.
Daughter: Oh Dad, shut up. You're so embarrassing. She's called Peaches & she doesn't do anything now will you drop it.
Dad: So she's a bit like a rotten apple?
Daughter looks up at her dad.
Dad: She's a useless fruit.
FIN.