This one was sent to me by Beef, a gentleman who lives south...

At a school picnic, little Tim asked his mother if she'd participate in the relay games with him.

She told him she would and asked him to let her know when they were to begin.

As soon as the gunnysack race was announced, Tim came bounding across the field and shouted, "Mommy, hurry! It's time for the old-bag race, and we're all waiting for you."
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