Personal Questions

A little boy named, Bobby asked his mother one day, “Mom, how old are you?” His mom said, “Now, now, Bobby. That’s a personal question. You don’t ask those kinds of personal questions to women.”

Then Bobby asked, “How much do you weigh?” HIs mother replied, “You’re too young to understand that, and you don’t ask those kind of questions of women.”

But he still had more questions, “Why did Dad leave us?” His mom answered, “You’re too young to understand that. I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

So Bobby goes back to school and tells his friend Dustin, “Dustin, my mom doesn’t want to tell me how old she is or how much she weighs. She doesn’t answer any of my questions!” Little Dustin replied, “You should go into her wallet and look at her driver’s license. All your questions will be answered.”

So Bobby goes back home and looks into his mom’s purse and looks at her driver’s license. Then Bobby smugly said to his mom, “Mom, you’re 39 years old.” His mother replied, “Yeah, that’s right I am.”

“And you weigh 142 lbs.” Bobby continued. “Yup that’s right,” his mother replied.

“One last thing. I know why dad left us.” Bobby’s mom said, “Oh really, and why is that?” Little Bobby replied, “Because you got an F in sex.”

5 responses to “Personal Questions

  1. um…. I guess I’m still asleep. I don’t get it…

    Dozing Saturday morning away is always a good option. If he had looked at his Dad’s driver’s licence he would have seen the little “sex” box marked with an “M”. Even worse than a “F”!


  2. hahaha…hmmmm.

    aporia, Watch the little ones!


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  4. ah……. NOW I get it…..

    Saturday mornings can really fuzz the mind 🙂


  5. Okay this is funny. As long as you don’t think about it. After all, why would he know that it was a bad thing to have an F in sex? This is why you must not analyze jokes too much. . .

    Jokes are just that – a momentary bit of fun. While a joke may make the world a better place, it certainly will not solve the world’s problems.


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