Get Me Into Trouble

An eight-year-old boy swaggers into a bar, sits on a bar stool and says to the waitress, “I’ll have a large double brandy and a cigar.”

The waitress soon realizes the boy’s age and asks, “Do you want to get me into trouble?”

The boy replies, “Maybe later. For now, I’ll just stick with the cigar and the brandy.”

Head Lice

An Odd Librarian