PAINKILLER
A little girl came running into the house crying and miserable. She asked her mom for a glass of cider.
“Why do you want cider?” - asked Mom.
“To take the pain away,” - sobbed the little girl.
Tired of all the tears, Mom poured her a glass. The little girl immediately put her hand into the drink.
“It doesn't work!” - she yelled.
“What do you mean?” - asked Mom.
“Well,” - sniffed the little girl, - “I overheard my sister say that whenever she gets a prick in her hand, she can't wait to get it in cider!”
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