Son Of A Beech!

My aunt, though super cool, at times tries real hard to crack a joke.

This is what I have to put up with at times.

 

Aunt: Wanna hear a dirty joke?

Me: Yeah sure!

Aunt: So there’s this priest and he’s talking to this young guy, who is a menace to the society.

Me: Ok.

Aunt: The priest tries to reason with him and that doesn’t seem to have any effect on the young guy.

Me: Ok.

Aunt: So the priest finally says, ‘Go home son, may you meet your mother with a piece of bark’!

Me: Ok.

Aunt: That’s the joke! 

Me: Errrrr….. 

Aunt: See, what to dogs do with a piece of bark?

Me: I dunno.

Aunt: They pee on it.

Me: Ok. So?

Aunt: So, he’s asking him to meet his mom with a piece of bark. Ergo, calling his mom a b*tch indirectly!

Me: Go on….

Aunt: Since the priest can’t swear, he’s called this a guy a son of a b*tch!

Me: Ah….. I got it now.

Aunt: Yeah, this is wordplay.

Me: Yeah… Please don’t try so hard.

Aunt: Why?

Me: It’s very painful to bear!

 

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