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. “Aren’t you a little young to be drinking, son?” he asked. “Aw, that ain’t 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!”