A Dirty Joke

Never do I participate in the telling of dirty jokes...they fail to humor me.

Nor do I partake in the telling or listening of dirty stories.

But when the dirty story is as good as this one, I'm unable to keep it to myself.

Brace yourself....it's a good one........

After it rained continuously for a few days last week, the ground was certainly saturated. Any area of earth that was not consumed by ground cover, was consumed by slippery, slimy, DIRTY mud.

Insert dirty story here:

There was a boy and three girls at their father's soccer game. They had never, ever in four years been allowed to play in the mud. Because the mud abounded on all sides, it was time that they partook.

Their overly clean freak mom, wearing a new off-white sweater, just returning from church, bites her tongue, puts on her blinders, and let's kids be kids.

The end result........

Forty-five and half stares from concerned soccer fans and players, an endless amount of clean-up, happy, naked kids on the ride home, and a mom who checked one more "Let-it-go," off of her list!