Three third graders, an Irish kid, an Italian kid and a redneck kid are on
the playground at recess. One of them suggests that they play a new game.
"Let's see who has the largest weenie," he says.
"OK" They all agree.
The Italian kid pulls down his zipper and whips it out.
"That's nothing," says the Irish kid. He whips his out. His is a couple of
inches longer.
Not to be outdone, the redneck kid whips his out.
It is by far the biggest.
That night, eating dinner at home, the redneck kid's mother asks him what
he did at school today.
"Oh, we worked on a science project, had a math
test and read out loud from a new book AND during recess, my friends and I
played "Let's see who has the largest weenie."
"What kind of game is that, honey?" asks the mother.
"Well, me, Anthony and Patrick each pulled out our weenies and I had the
biggest!
The other kids say its because I'm a redneck.
Is that true, Mom?"
Mom replies, "No, Honey. It's because you're twenty-three."
the playground at recess. One of them suggests that they play a new game.
"Let's see who has the largest weenie," he says.
"OK" They all agree.
The Italian kid pulls down his zipper and whips it out.
"That's nothing," says the Irish kid. He whips his out. His is a couple of
inches longer.
Not to be outdone, the redneck kid whips his out.
It is by far the biggest.
That night, eating dinner at home, the redneck kid's mother asks him what
he did at school today.
"Oh, we worked on a science project, had a math
test and read out loud from a new book AND during recess, my friends and I
played "Let's see who has the largest weenie."
"What kind of game is that, honey?" asks the mother.
"Well, me, Anthony and Patrick each pulled out our weenies and I had the
biggest!
The other kids say its because I'm a redneck.
Is that true, Mom?"
Mom replies, "No, Honey. It's because you're twenty-three."
