Thomas’s jokes: The Three Little Pigs  (Tom is my 32 year old son.

“Well here I am, the so called big bad wolf, rotting in jail.

All because the news media didn’t think the truth was good enough to make a story out of. You think you know the true story of the three little pigs? Well guess what, you don’t”

It all started in a cottage out in the woods. I was feeling a little bit sick but I had to make a birthday cake for my sister. When suddenly I realized that I was one cup of sugar short.

So I just thought I would try asking around to see if some of my neighbors had any to spare. First I came to a house of straw. Then I knocked on the door and said “Little pig, little pig, may I come in?” But only to get the response of “Take a hike loser.” And then suddenly I felt a sneeze coming on. AHH-AHH-AHH-CHHOOOOO! The wind from the sneeze was so powerful that it blew the house of straw to the ground with a little pig dead in the debris. It seem a shame to let a lovely little pork chop like that just go to waste. After all I am a carnivore.

Next I saw a house of sticks. So just like before I went up to the front door and said “Little pig, little pig, may I come in?” But only to get another rude response of “Eat your heart out fur ball.” And then my nose started to tickle another sneeze was coming on. AH-AH-AH-CHOOO! And then just like the house of straw the house of sticks was just a pile of rubble with another poor dead little pig and no one to dispose of the body. But I was still feeling a little bit hungry so well just think of it as a second helping. Next I came to a house of bricks but before I even had a chance to knock on the door I had triggered a hidden security alarm. Within seconds I was surrounded by police and without so much as a trial I was sent strait to jail.

Well now you know what really happened… so any one have a cup of sugar?