A tourist on his way to Tuscaloosa came to a fork in the road and stopped. There was no sign indicating which route went where.
Spotting a boy by the road, he yelled out, "Hey, kid, does it matter which road I take to Tuscaloosa?"
"Not to me it don't." replied the boy.

Little Johnny had been misbehaving and was sent to his room. After a while, he emerged and informed his mother that he had thought it over and then said a prayer.
Being a teenager and getting a tattoo seem to go hand in hand. I wasn't surprised when a friend of my daughter showed me a Japanese symbol on her hip.