I find you can often find humor just by turning something upside-down. Like a... small child.

Back in high school, my buddies tried to put the make on anything that moved. I told them, Why limit yourselves?

I'm learning Cuban. It's like Spanish, but with fewer words for luxury items.

I was at a bar nursing a beer. My nipple was getting quite soggy.

Sometimes my mother goes through my socks and underwear. I wouldn't mind, but it tickles so much!

You don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older. Little things like being spanked every day by a middle-aged woman: Stuff you pay good money for in later life.

Whatever happened to the good ole days, when children worked in factories?