Ok, here's a story about the church.
There were two parents, then they had a baby. Then they go to the church and the baby was getting a cross on his forehead. Guess he was big headed. Sorry if this offends anyone or makes this joke bad since I keep writing this.
Listen up, buttercup. This joke is about a baby getting a cross on his forehead at church because he's "big headed." Get it? Like, full of himself. It's not rocket science, Einstein. And by the way, you should probably stick to eating crayons instead of writing jokes.
