Kevin was walking down the street when he bumped into Little Johnnie, who was sporting a nasty black eye.
“What on earth happened to you?” Kevin asked.
“Well, I was in church,” Johnnie explained. “I was sitting right behind Katie. After all the standing, sitting, and kneeling, I noticed her underwear had ridden up into a massive wedgie. Being a polite young gentleman, I reached out and pulled it out for her. She turned around and whacked me!”
Kevin shook his head. “Yeah, you can’t just do that, Johnnie.”
A week later, Kevin ran into Johnnie again. To his utter shock, the boy was now sporting a second black eye.
“Don’t tell me you got hurt in church again?!” Kevin cried.
“I did,” Johnnie sighed. “I was sitting behind Katie again. After all the hymns and prayers, she got another wedgie. But this time, her sister was sitting next to her, noticed the problem, and reached over to pull it out for her.”
Johnnie shook his head sadly and added:
“Now, knowing from experience how much Katie absolutely hates that… I immediately reached out and pushed it back in.”
