A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women’s locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched
in amazement and then asked, ‘What’s the matter, haven’t you ever seen a little boy before?’
Told to me by my Irish grandmother more than 30 years ago. (Best told in an Irish brogue.)
It was a hot, sticky summer morning and Paddy decided to go to early Mass before it gets too hot, so he tells his wife he will be back in an hour.
Sure enough, he comes back in an hour, but with 2 black eyes!
“Paddy,” she says, “You said you were going to church and here you been fightin!”
“No, Mother, I did go to church.”
“Well, what happened to you?”
“Well, you know it was so hot and Mrs. O’Leary was in the pew in front of me. When we got up from the sermon, I noticed that her dress was stuck up in her crack and I thought it looked terribly uncomfortable so I reached forward and pulled it out for her. She turned around and smacked me right in the eye.”
“Well, Paddy, that explains how you got one black eye, but what about the other?”
“Well, I thought, if that is the way she feels about it, I would put it back in.”