DemonGeminiX
03-18-2012, 10:56 PM
Three children, mid-to-late teens, were staying at their grandmother's for the weekend. Now, Grandma was a great cook and her signature dish was her chocolate pudding. Having made up a batch to chill in the fridge overnight, she was afraid that someone might raid the fridge before morning, so she mixed some BB's into the pudding.
That night, the oldest son ran into her room.
"Grandma! I need to see a doctor in the morning! I was taking a dump and there were BB's in my stool!"
"Ah-ha! You've been eating my pudding!"
Then the middle daughter ran in.
"Call an ambulance! I was peeing and BB's started popping out!"
"Ah-ha! You've been eating my pudding too!"
Then the youngest son runs in.
"Grandma! Call the vet!"
"The vet?"
"I was whacking off in the garage and I shot the cat!"
That night, the oldest son ran into her room.
"Grandma! I need to see a doctor in the morning! I was taking a dump and there were BB's in my stool!"
"Ah-ha! You've been eating my pudding!"
Then the middle daughter ran in.
"Call an ambulance! I was peeing and BB's started popping out!"
"Ah-ha! You've been eating my pudding too!"
Then the youngest son runs in.
"Grandma! Call the vet!"
"The vet?"
"I was whacking off in the garage and I shot the cat!"