Dave was staring sadly into his pint of beer and sighed heavily.
“What’s up Dave” asked the bartender: “It’s not like you to be so down in the mouth”
“It’s my four year old son…” Dave replied.
“Don’t tell me, he’s in trouble for fighting in school? – my lad’s just the same; – forget about it, it happens to boys that age” said the bartender, sympathetically.
“I only wish it was that” continued Dave, “but it’s far worse than that.
“What’s up Dave” asked the bartender: “It’s not like you to be so down in the mouth”
“It’s my four year old son…” Dave replied.
“Don’t tell me, he’s in trouble for fighting in school? – my lad’s just the same; – forget about it, it happens to boys that age” said the bartender, sympathetically.
“I only wish it was that” continued Dave, “but it’s far worse than that.
The little bastard has gotten the gorgeous 18 year old girl that lives next door pregnant.”
“Get away, that’s impossible!” gasped the bartender.
“It’s not” said Dave, “The little Bastard stuck a pin in all my condoms".
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