Tragedy
Neil was staring sadly into his beer and sighed heavily. "What's up Neil?" asked the bartender...It's not like you to be so down in the mouth."
"It's my four year old son..." Neil replied.
"Don't tell me, he's in trouble for fighting in school? – my lad's just the same – forget about it;
it happens to boys that age," said the bartender,
sympathetically.
"I only wish it was that," said Neil, " but it's far worse than that.
The little toad has got our gorgeous 18 year old next door neighbour pregnant."
"Get away, that's impossible!" gasped the bartender.
"It's not," said Neil. "The little bugger stuck a pin in all my condoms."