A 5-yr Little Johnny went to visit his grandmother one day.
While playing with his toys in her bedroom while grandma was dusting, he looked up and said,
“Grandma, how come you don’t have a boyfriend?”
“Honey, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit in my bedroom and watch it all day long. The TV evangelists keep me company and make me feel so good. The comedies make me laugh. I’m really happy with the TV as my boyfriend.”
Grandma turned on the TV and the reception was terrible.
She started adjusting the knobs, trying to get the picture in focus.
Frustrated, she finally started hitting the backside of the TV, hoping to fix the problem.
The little Johnny heard the doorbell ring, so he hurried to open the door, and there stood a man.