22-07-2017, 23:08
A distraught little boy rang his dad at work one day.
“Dad” cried the boy, “ Mom was backing her car out of the garage this morning and ran over my bicycle.”
“Look” said his Dad, “how many times have I told you not to leave your bicycle in the middle of the lawn.”
“Dad” cried the boy, “ Mom was backing her car out of the garage this morning and ran over my bicycle.”
“Look” said his Dad, “how many times have I told you not to leave your bicycle in the middle of the lawn.”
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