Pretty Boy

When I was younger, the local priest told me that I was the prettiest boy he'd ever seen.
I was touched.

Silly Superstition

"Say, how old are you anyway?" the reporter asked as the obviously young lass was disrobing. "Thirteen." she replied with a shy smile. "Thirteen? My God girl! You get those clothes back on at once and get the hell outta here! Are you crazy?" he thundered. Pausing briefly at the door as she left, the perplexed nymphet smiled and said, "Superstitious, huh?"

Knock, Knock, Knock

It's the day after Halloween and these kids are still knocking on my door.
When are they going to learn that they're not getting out of the basement?