A five-year-old is mowing his front lawn and drinking a beer.
The preacher who lives across the street sees the beer and comes over to lecture the kid.
“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking, son?” the preacher asks.
The kid replies, “That’s nothing, I got laid when I was three.”
“What? How did that happen?”
“I don’t remember. I was drunk.”
Submitted by Curtis
Edited by Glaci