| Warning: This joke should normally be told orally but here it goes.
Life is s|-|it:
A little kid goes to his grandfather and tells him: "Grampa, I think life is s|-|it".
The old man tells him not to tell nonsense and begins talking old man wisdom:
When you are born there are two options. Either you are a boy or a girl.
If you are a girl, there's no problem. If you are a boy there are two options:
Either you will join the army or you won't. If you won't there's no problem, if you do there are two options:
Either the country goes to war or it doesn't. If it doesn't, no problem. If it does there are two options:
Either you go to the front or you don't. If you don't, no problem. If you do there are two options:
Either you get killed or you don't. If you don't, no problem. If you do there are two options:
Either you get burried alone or you get burried in a mass grave. If you get burried in a mass grave, no problem. If you get burried alone there are two options:
Either something grows on your grave or nothing grows on your grave. If nothing grows on your grave, no problem. If something grows on your grave you have two options:
Either it's a tree or it's not a tree. If it's not a tree, no problem. If it's a tree you get two options:
Either they leave you standing or they cut you down. If they leave you standing, no problem. If they cut you down, you get two options:
Either they make paper out of you or some piece of furniture. If it's a piece of furniture, no problem. If it's paper you get two options:
Either they make writing paper out of you or you become toilet paper. If you become writing paper, no problem. If you become toilet paper, well then you are right to say life is s|-|it. |