A five year old boy was spending the day with his Grandmother and was playing with his toys in her bedroom while his Grandmother was dusting.
He looked up and said, “Grandma, how come you don’t have a boyfriend now that Grandpa has gone to heaven?”
His Grandmother replied, “Oh Tommy, my television is now my boyfriend. I can sit in my bedroom and watch it all day long. The religious programs make me feel good and the comedies make me laugh. I’m really quite happy with my television as my boyfriend”.
With that, Grandma turned on the television in her bedroom, only to find that the reception was terrible.
Yes this is a very old joke, remember the days of rabbit ears, adjusting the vertical hold and waiting forever for the darn thing to warm up. If you are too young to remember all of that, just ask your parents, you haven’t lived!
The boy’s Grandmother started adjusting the knobs, trying to get the picture in focus. Failing to get a decent picture and being really frustrated, she started hitting the backside of the television, hoping to fix the problem.
Meanwhile, the young boy heard the doorbell ring, so he hurried downstairs and opened the front door, to find his Grandmother’s minister standing there on the doorstep.
The minister said, “Hello young Tommy, is your Grandma home?”
Before the young boy could answer, the minister looked up in surprise on hearing the banging noises coming from inside the house.
The little boy replied, “Oh that’s Grandma, she’s in the bedroom beating up her boyfriend”.
The minister fainted.
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