A five-year-old boy was playing with his toys in the bedroom while his grandmother was dusting. Looking up, he asked, “Grandma, how come you don’t have a boyfriend now that Grandpa is in heaven?”
Grandma smiled sweetly and replied, “Honey, my TV is my boyfriend! I can sit here and watch it all day. The religious programs make me feel good, and the comedies make me laugh. I’m perfectly happy with my TV as my boyfriend.”
A moment later, she turned on the television, but the reception was terrible. Frustrated, she began tweaking the knobs. When that didn’t work, she lost her patience and started aggressively hitting the back of the TV to fix the picture.
Right then, the doorbell rang. The little boy ran to open it and found Grandma’s church minister standing on the porch.
The minister smiled warmly and asked, “Hello there, young man. Is your grandmother home?”
The boy replied innocently, “Yeah, she’s in the bedroom bangin’ her boyfriend.”
The minister instantly fainted.
