*Bob was staring sadly into his beer and sighed heavily.*
*"What's up Bob?" asked the bartender...*
*It's not like you to be so down in the mouth."*
*"It's my five year old son..." the man replied.*
*"Don't tell me, he's in trouble for fighting in school?*
*My lad's just the same - it happens to boys that age," said the bartender,
sympathetically.*
*" I only wish it was that," continued the customer,*
*" but it's far worse than that. The little devil has got our gorgeous 22
year old next door neighbour pregnant."*
*"Get away, that's impossible!" gasped the bartender.*
*"It's not," said the man.*
*"The little bastard stuck a pin in all my condoms."*
Thanks Heidi
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