Johnny Got On The Bus…Brilliant continuation in the first comment πŸ‘‡πŸ‘‡

A little Johnny got on the bus, sat next to a man reading a book, and noticed he had his collar backward.

The little Johnny asked why he wore his collar backward.

The man, who was a priest, said,

β€˜I am a Father.’

The little Johnny replied,

β€˜My Daddy is also a father, but he doesn’t wear his collar like that’

The priest looked up from his book and answered,

β€œI am the Father of many.’

The Little boy said,

β€œMy Dad has 4 boys, 4 girls and two grandchildren and he doesn’t wear his collar that way!’

The priest, getting impatient, said.

β€˜I am the Father of hundreds, and went back to reading his book.

The little Johnny sat quietly thinking for a while, then leaned over and said,

β€œMaybe you should wear a c0ndom, and put your pants on backwards instead of your collar.”

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