Triffle

From someone appearing at the Laff Stop, in Austin:

A five-year-old is mowing his front lawn and drinking a beer. The preacher who lives across the street sees the beer and comes over to harass the kid:

P: Aren't you a little young to be drinking, son?

K: That's nothing; I got laid when I was three.

P: What?! How did that happen?

K: I don't remember. I was drunk.