Two young boys walk into a pharmacy, pick out a box of tampons, and take them to the checkout.

The pharmacist looks at the older boy.

“How old are you, son?”

“Eight.”

“Do you know what these are used for?”

“Not exactly,” the boy replies. “They’re not for me. They’re for my brother. He’s four.”

“Oh, really?” the pharmacist asks.

“Yeah. We saw on TV that if you use these, you can swim, play tennis, and ride a bike. Right now, he can’t do any of those.”

Don't believe everything you read in public toilets.

Sharon is not up for a good time.

That was a really awkward phone call.