Children’s joke: Does a flowery butt smell good?

1. The thief stole a chicken and was plucking the chicken by the river. At this time, a policeman came over and the thief hurriedly returned the chicken to the river. The police asked: What are you doing? What's in the river? The thief said: That's a chicken. It's going to cross the river. I'm here to help it look at its clothes.

2. My niece was so cute today. When she hit her head, she said, "Sorry, head."< /p>

Then when she accidentally fell, she said: "I'm sorry, feet."

Then when her aunt touched her head, she turned her head and glanced at her,

Then he quickly turned around and whispered: "I'm sorry, my eyes..."

3. When my mother saw Xiao Ming not eating, she said angrily: "Xiao Ming, if you don't eat again, I will kill you." "Your butt is blooming". Xiao Ming said: "Mom, does it smell good when your butt is blooming?"?

4. When a magpie comes, my mother says it is a happy bird and a guest; when a swallow comes, my mother says it is a beneficial bird. Guest; when the crow comes, the child asks are you also a guest? The crow cries: Yes, I am a hacker! ...

5. Two Scottish immigrants who had just arrived in New York spent the night in a hotel. They were annoyed by mosquitoes throughout the night. The last one said: "Sandy, cover your head with the quilt, mosquitoes They can't bite us." After a while, Sandy stretched out his head to breathe fresh air. At this time, he saw the fireflies he had never seen before, so he shouted: "Oh God, it doesn't matter if you cover your head. Yes, mosquitoes holding lanterns are looking for us.”

6. Xiaoling pestered her mother to eat fried chicken legs and French fries, but her mother said these were junk food and refused to buy them for her. Xiaoling felt very strange and asked her mother: "Mom, is junk food the stuff in the trash can? Why does food become more fragrant and delicious when put in the trash can?"

7. My son was pushing around during dinner and refused to eat. This made my wife very angry, and the dinner table was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

My son timidly asked me for help, and I relented. In order to save him, I came up with an idea for my son: "Good son, tell your mother that you have to do your homework, so that she won't blame you. You!”

After hearing this, my son looked at me with resentment and silently picked up his job. . .