Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack's pants were a little loose and his pants fell down. Jill looked at down and said "Hey, what's that thing?" "I don't know," said Jack, "I'll go ask my dad."
That night, Jack asked his dad what the thing in his pants was.
"That's your car," said Jack's dad, "you gotta park it in as many garages as you can."

Jack and Jill went back up the hill the next day. Jill asked Jack, "So what did your dad say?"
"He said it's my car," replied Jack, "he said to park it in as many garages as I can."
"Oh wow, that's neat," said Jill, who then tripped and fell, her dress bunching up around her legs, revealing herself to Jack.
"Hey, what's that?" Asked Jack, looking between her legs.
"I'll ask my mom," replied Jill, "because I don't have a clue."
When Jill got home that night, she asked her mom what was between her legs.
"That's your garage, honey," said her mom. "Don't let any boy park their car in it until you're married."

Well, the next day, walking up the hill, Jack asks Jill what her thing was.
"Mommy said it's my garage," said Jill, "but I'm not supposed to let any boys park their car till I'm married."
"Oh really?" Replied Jack.

That night, Jill went home and her mom noticed blood on Jill's hands.
"What happened?!" Asked her mom, horrified.
"Well, Jack tried to park his car in my garage before we're married, so I ripped off his back tires."