This one is something I came up with myself, so it's not a joke, more like a funny short story. Tell me what you think of it!
~Nive
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Ever since I was around seven years old, I've always wondered why I got all the freshly baked cookies. I have four older brothers, so it's not because I was the only one around, but so far, every time I asked Kelvin or Merc or John or Ryan to help me steal a cookie they would always shake their heads and giggle to themselves in a knowing way.
Kelvin grew up to be a successful lawyer. He married Lydia whom he met as the opposing lawyer on one of his cases. He had two kids. Lyla and Annie.
Merc became a famous map-maker. He chose to remain unmarried.
John chose to study phsycology and joined a research team. John married his high school sweetheart, Jenna who is also on his same research team. They have one little boy, John Jr. with one on the way.
*****Ryan became a doctor after receiving a medical licence from John Hopkins Medical School with the highest of honors. He married an immensly succesful intestinal surgeon, Mira. He has four boys, Paul, Jacob, Seth and Isaac.
One Day...
I got a call from Ryan who was my oldest brother. He was jittering with blind panic and I could hardly understand his stammered sentences.
"I-i-it's J-J-J-Jacob!"
"What happened, Ryan? What's wrong with Jacob?"
"H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h"
"What?"
"HE ATE FRESHLY BAKED COOKIES!"
"And..."
"HE'S GONNA GET DIAHERRIA!"
"What, who told you that?"
"M-m-m-m-m-m"
"What?"
"MOM!"
Suddenly, everything made sense. I laughed out loud in relief.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY!"
But it was. Mom.
She told them that eating freshly baked cookies gave you diaherria.
