24
Feb
A little Johnny was mowing his front lawn and drinking a beer.
The preacher who lived across the street saw the beer and came over to discipline the child.
Arent you a little young to be drinking, son? he asked.
Aw, that aint no big deal, the kid said after taking a swig of beer. I got a tattoo when I was three.
What? How did that happen?
I don’t remember. I was drunk!