Joe and Wanda had a small apartment in the city and they decided that the only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their ten-year-old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony and order him to report on all the neighborhood activities. To a young boy, they thought, spying would be a lot of fun and would distract him for an hour or so.

The boy began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation.

"There’s a car being towed from the parking lot," he said.

"An ambulance just drove by."

A few moments passed.

"Looks like the Andersons have company," he called out. "Matt’s riding a new bike and the Coopers are having sex."

Mom and Dad shot up in bed. "How do you know that?" the startled father asked.

"Their kid is standing out on the balcony too," his son replied.

Q: What do you get if you cross a bear with a toilet?

A: Winnie the Pooh!

One day, a little boy asks his father what the difference is between ‘technically’ and ‘reality.’

“Son, I won’t tell you the dictionary definition in fear that it will confuse you. But to help you out, I’ll give you something to do. Go ask your mother if she will sleep with a bum for $500,000 and ask your sister is she’ll sleep with the garbageman for the same amount.” So, the little boy goes up to his mom.

“Mommy, would you ever sleep with a bum for $500,000?”

“You bet your ass I would!” exclaims the mother. So the little boy goes up to his sister’s bedroom.

“Hey sis, would you sleep with the garbageman for $500,000?”

“I sure would!” exclaims his sister.

“Dad, Dad! Mom and sis both said they would. What does that mean?”

“Well, son,” the father says. “Technically, we’re millionares but in reality we live with a couple of dirty whores!”

Little Johnny was in church with him mom for Sunday Mass when he suddenly felt nauseous.

"Mom, I think I’m going to throw up!"

She told him, "I want you to run outside as fast as you can.  Run across the lawn and go behind the bushes.  You can throw up behind the bushes and nobody will see you."

So Little Johnny hauled ass for the door.  Less than a minute later, he returned to his seat next to his mom.  He had the look of obvious relief on his young face.

"Did you make it all the way to the bushes, Johnny?"

"I didn’t have to go that far, mom. 

Just as I got to the front door, I found a box that had a sign on it:  FOR THE SICK.”

A 6′4” ninth grader was acting up in class.

His teacher looked at him and said, ”Act your age, not your shoe size”.

The boy looks down at his size 14 shoes, then says, ”But they’re the same.”

A mother was sitting on the couch reading a book when one of her children walked up to her and said, “Mummy, why is my name Petal?”

The mother replied, “Because when you were born, a petal fell on your head.”

The next baby walked up and asked, “Mummy why is my name Rose?” she replied,

“Because when you were born, a rose fell on your head.” The last baby walked up to her and said, “BLAS CLAFLAS YIFRASSAM TASSM POONNFFFIINRTY.”

The mother replied, “Shut up, Fridge.”

One day little Danny was in Sunday School, and the preacher asked what part of the body went to heaven first.

Susie said your heart, ’cause you need it to love.

Richie said your head, ’cause you need it to think.

Little Danny raised his hand and the pastor called on him reluctantly. Danny said, “Your feet.”

Confused, the pastor asked why.

Danny replied, “I was walking past my mom’s room last night and she had her feet in the air and then she screamed, “Oh God, I’m coming!”

There was a young girl who loved to wear dresses everyday to school.

One day a boy asked her to climb the flag pole for a box of cookies.

She climbed the pole and all the boys in the schoolyard could clearly see her underpants.

When she got home she bragged to her mother that she got a box of cookies for climbing a flag pole. The mother knew that the kids just wanted to see her underpants so she told the girl not to climb the pole again.

Of course the little girl didn’t believe her mom and the next day the boy asked her to climb the pole for a box of candy. She did and they all saw her underpants and laughed.

When she went home she told her mother the news. Her mother was angry. She told the girl she shouldn’t climb the pole. She told her, “They just want to see your underpants and if you climb the pole again your grounded!”

The next day the same boy asked her to climb the pole for more goodies, so up the pole she went.

When she came home she told her mother what she got for climbing the pole and her mother went ape. “I told you they only wanted to see your underpants!” she raged.

“But mommy”, the little girl answered, “this time I was smart enough not to wear any.”

Why did the zombie baby cross the road?

To wreak an unholy vengeance upon the driver of the car who’s standing there, scratching his head, trying to figure out how a zombie baby’s head can be beneath his car tires but the rest of the body is nowhere to be seen– unless he were to turn around and notice the zombie baby body bearing down on him, coming ever closer, ready with grasping, pudgy zombie baby fingers to tear and rend at the flesh of this self-same driver who ran his head over, on the dark and rain-swept road that snakes down from the castle of the madman who’s creating an army of zombie babies to do his dark, libidinal bidding.

A wise old gentleman retired and purchased a modest home near a junior high school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement in peace and contentment. Then a new school year began. The very next afternoon three young boys, full of youthful, after-school enthusiasm, came down his street, beating merrily on every trash can they encountered. The crashing percussion continued day after day, until finally the wise old man decided it was time to take some action.

The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the young percussionists as they banged their way down the street. Stopping them, he said, “You kids are a lot of fun. I like to see you express your exuberance like that. In fact, I used to do the same thing when I was your age. Will you do me a favor? I’ll give you each a dollar if you’ll promise to come around every day and do your thing.”

The kids were elated and continued to do a bang-up job on the trashcans.

After a few days, the old-timer greeted the kids again, but this time he had a sad smile on his face. “This recession’s really putting a big dent in my income,” he told them. “From now on, I’ll only be able to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans.”

The noisemakers were obviously displeased, but they accepted his offer and continued their afternoon ruckus. A few days later, the wily retiree approached them again as they drummed their way down the street.

“Look,” he said, “I haven’t received my Social Security check yet, so I’m not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents. Will that be okay?”

“A freakin’ quarter?” the drum leader exclaimed. “If you think we’re going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a quarter, you’re nuts! No way, dude. We quit!” And the old man enjoyed peace and serenity for the rest of his days.