My guffaw startled me--literally
I was reading bad joke after bad joke, so I wasn't expecting to laugh. When I was finished this one, I was startled by a deafening roar of mirth I soon realized was coming from my own body.
Little Johnny walked into his dad's bedroom one day, only to catch him sitting on the side of his bed sliding on a condom. Johnny's father, in an attempt to hide his wood, bent over as if to look under the bed.
Little Johnny asked curiously, "Whatcha doin', Dad?"
His father quickly replied, "I thought I saw a rat go underneath the bed."
Little Johnny replied, "Whatcha gonna do, screw him?"
Little Johnny walked into his dad's bedroom one day, only to catch him sitting on the side of his bed sliding on a condom. Johnny's father, in an attempt to hide his wood, bent over as if to look under the bed.
Little Johnny asked curiously, "Whatcha doin', Dad?"
His father quickly replied, "I thought I saw a rat go underneath the bed."
Little Johnny replied, "Whatcha gonna do, screw him?"