Drinking a beer

A five-year-old boy was mowing his front lawn and drinking a beer. The preacher who lived across the street saw the beer and came over to harass the kid.
‘Aren’t you a little young to be drinking, son?’ he asked.
‘That’s nothing,’ the kid said after taking a swig of beer. ‘I got laid when I was three.’
‘What? How did that happen?’
‘I don’t remember. I was drunk.’
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