Little Johnny comes home from Sunday School
with a black eye.
His father sees it and says,
“Johnny, how many times do I have to tell you
not to fight with the other boys?”
“But Dad, it wasn’t my fault, said Little Johnny.
We were all in church saying our prayers …
We all stood up and my teacher, in front of me,
had her dress in the crack of her b*tt.
I reached over and pulled it out.
That’s when she hit me!”
“Johnny,” the father said.
“You don’t do that kind of things to women.”
Sure enough, the very next Sunday,
Little Johnny came home with
the other eye black and blue.
Little Johnny’s father said,
“Johnny, I thought we had a talk!”
“But Dad, It wasn’t my fault, said Little Johnny.
There we were in church saying our prayers …
We all stood up and my teacher, in front of us,
had her dress in the crack of her b*tt.
Then Louie, who was sitting next to me,
saw it and he reached over and
pulled it out.
Now, I know she doesn’t like this …
so, I pushed it back in!”
