A couple drove their car to Wal-Mart only to have their car break down in the parking lot. The man told his wife to carry on with the shopping while he fixed the car in the lot.
The wife returned later to see a small group of people near the car. On closer inspection, she saw a pair of male legs protruding from under the chassis. Although the man was in shorts, his lack of underpants turned private parts into glaringly public ones. Unable to stand the embarrassment, she dutifully stepped forward, quickly put her hand UP his shorts, and tucked everything back into place.
She took a deep breath and stood up boldly to face the crowd. She looked across the hood and found herself staring at her husband, who had been standing idly by. The mechanic, however, had to have three stitches in his forehead.
3 Blind (drunk) Mice
Three macho mice are sitting at a bar discussing just how tough they were.
The first mouse slams a shot and says: “I play with mouse traps for fun. I’ll run into one on purpose and as it is closing on me, I grab the bar and bench press it 20 to 30 times.” And, with that, he slams another shot.
The second mouse slams a shot and says: “That’s nothing. Just for the fun of it I take those poison bait tablets, cut them up, and snort them.” And, with that, he slams another shot.
The third mouse slams a shot, gets up, and turns to walk away.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” ask his friends.
The third mouse stops and replies: “Ahh, I think I’ll go home and screw the cat”.
Barbara Walters, of 20/20, did a story on gender roles in Kabul ,
Afghanistan, several years before the Afghan conflict.
She noted that women customarily walked five paces behind their husbands. She recently returned to Kabul and observed that women still walk behind their husbands.
Despite the overthrow of the oppressive Taliban regime, the women now seem happy to maintain the old custom.
Ms Walters approached one of the Afghani women and asked, ‘Why do you now seem happy with an old custom that you once tried so desperately to change?’
The woman looked Ms Walters straight in the eyes, and without hesitation said, “Land mines.”
In a Hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men’s restroom, but it had always been occupied.
A nurse noticed his predicament.
Sir, she said “You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall.”
He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch.
Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA, PP20 and a red one labelled ATR.
Who would know if he touched them?
He couldn’t resist.. He pushed WW. Warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom.
What a nice feeling, he thought. Men’s restrooms don’t have nice things like this.
Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside.
When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable pleasure. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure.
When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn’t wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy.
Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and a nurse was staring down at him.
“What happened?” he exclaimed. “The last thing I remember was pushing the ATR button.”
“The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your pillow..”
My wife found out that our dog (a Schnauzer) could hardly hear, so she took it to the veterinarian. The vet found that the problem was hair in the dog’s ears. He cleaned both ears, and the dog could then hear fine. The vet then proceeded to tell Andrea that, if she wanted to keep this from recurring, she should go to the store and get some “Nair” hair remover and rub it in the dog’s ears once a month.
Andrea went to the store and bought some “Nair” hair remover.
At the register, the pharmacist told her, “If you’re going to use this under your arms, don’t use deodorant for a few days.”
Andrea said, “I’m not using it under my arms.”
The pharmacist said, “If you’re using it on your legs, don’t use body lotion for a couple of days.”
Andrea replied, “I’m not using it on my legs either. If you must know, I’m using it on my Schnauzer.”
The pharmacist said, “Well, stay off your bicycle for about a week.”
Over & Out,
Jeff
One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children what their fathers
did for a living.
All the typical answers came up – fireman, mechanic, businessman,
salesman… and so forth.
However, little Justin was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when
the teacher prodded him about his father, he replied, “My father’s an
exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes to music
in front of other men and they put money in his underwear.
Sometimes, if the offer is really good, he will go home with some guy
and stay with him all night for money.”
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the
other children to work on some exercises and took little Justin aside
to ask him, “Is that really true about your father?”
No,” the boy said, “He works for the Democratic National Committee and
helped to get Obama elected, but it’s too embarrassing to say that in
front of the other kids.”