Dave was staring sadly into his pint of beer and sighed heavily.
"What's up Dave" asked the landlord, "It's not like you to be so down in the mouth."
"It's my four-year-old son," Dave replied.
"Don't tell me, he's in trouble for fighting in school? My lad's just the same. Forget about it, it happens to boys that age," said the landlord sympathetically.
"I only wish it was that," continued Dave, "but it's far worse. The little sod has got our gorgeous 18-year-old next door neighbour pregnant."
"Get away, that's impossible!" gasped the landlord.
"It's not," said Dave, "the little devil stuck a pin in all my condoms."
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"What's up Dave" asked the landlord, "It's not like you to be so down in the mouth."
"It's my four-year-old son," Dave replied.
"Don't tell me, he's in trouble for fighting in school? My lad's just the same. Forget about it, it happens to boys that age," said the landlord sympathetically.
"I only wish it was that," continued Dave, "but it's far worse. The little sod has got our gorgeous 18-year-old next door neighbour pregnant."
"Get away, that's impossible!" gasped the landlord.
"It's not," said Dave, "the little devil stuck a pin in all my condoms."
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