One day there was a man sat at the bar looking sadly into his
pint of beer, sighing heavily.
“What’s the matter pal?” asked the barman.
“Well,” replied the man, “It’s my little five year old son.
He got my next door neighbor pregnant!”
“But that’s impossible!” replied the barman.
“No it’s not,” cried the man, “the little sucker
punctured all my condoms with a needle!”