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naughty.bits archive, page 2
The following day the teacher asks for the first volunteer to tell
their story and little Suzy raises her hand.
"My dad owns a farm and every Sunday we load the chicken eggs on the
truck and drive into town to sell them at the market. Well, one
Sunday we hit a big bump and all the eggs flew out of the basket and
onto the road."
When the teacher asks for the moral of the story, Suzy replies,
"Don't keep all your eggs in one basket"
Next is little Lucy ... "Well my dad owns a farm too and every
weekend we take the chicken eggs and put them in the incubator. Last
weekend only 8 of the 12 eggs hatched."
... Teacher asks for the moral of the story ... Lucy replies "Don't
count your chicks before they're hatched."
Last is little Billy ... "My uncle Ted fought in the Vietnam war, his
plane was shot down over enemy territory. He jumped out before it
crashed with only a case of beer, a machine gun and a machete. On the
way down he drank the case of beer. Unfortunately, he landed right in
the middle of 100 Vietnamese soldiers. He shot 70 with his machine
gun, but ran out of bullets, so he pulled out his machete and killed
20 more. Then the blade on his machete broke, so he killed the last
ten with his bare hands."
Teacher looks in shock at Billy and asks if there is possibly any
moral to his story ... Billy replies, "Don't fuck with uncle Ted when
he's been drinking!"
She tried to step up again, and still couldn't, so she reached behind
again and played with the zipper. She tried to climb the steps again...still no luck. So, as she reached behind again, a pair of strong hands picked her up andplaced her on the top step.
"What do you think you're doing?", she asked the guy behind her.
"Well, I figured the second time you undid my fly we were at least good friends!"
He hears a voice say, "I can see you! Jesus can see you, too!" He freezes in his tracks! He doesn't move a muscle!
A couple of minutes go by. The voice repeats "I can see you! Jesus can see you, too!" He slowly takes out his flashlight, switches it on and looks around the room. He sees a bird cage with a parrot in it. "Did you say that?" The parrot says again, "I can see you! Jesus can see you, too!"
"Hah! So What?! You're just a parrot!" says the burglar.
"I may be just a parrot", replies the parrot. "But Jesus is a Doberman!".
A few days later, the rabbit and horse were playing in the meadow
again and the rabbit fell into the mud hole. The rabbit yelled to
the horse to go and get some help from the farmer. The horse
said, "I think I can stand over the hole!" So he stretched over
the width of the hole and said, "Grab for my 'thingy' and pull
yourself up." And the rabbit did and pulled himself to safety.
The moral of the story:
If you are hung like a horse, you don't need a Mercedes.
The monsignor replied, "When I am worried about
getting nervous on the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka
next to the water glass. If I start to get nervous, I
take a sip."
So next Sunday he took the monsignors advice. At
the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and
took a drink. He proceeded to talk up a storm.
Upon his return to his office after mass, he found
the following note on the door:
WIFE: That's a good idea. You stand by the ironing board, while I sit on the sofa and fart.
The desk clerk says that he understands and someone will be at his door in ten minutes. Ten minutes later there is a knock on the man's door. He opens it and sees the most beautiful woman that he has ever seen in his life.
He tells her, "I'm in no hurry today, let's go real slow. What do you get for a hand-job?"
She says, "$1000."
He screams, "$1000! No hand-job is worth $1000!"
She pulls him to the window, points outside and says, "You see that liquor store down there? I bought that store with the money that I got just from hand-jobs!"
He gives her the money and sure enough the hand-job is like nothing he's ever had before. She does things that he didn't believe were possible with a hand. It's worth every penny.
"That's incredible," he says. What do you get for a blow-job?"
"$5000."
"$5000! No blow-job is worth $5000."
She takes him to the window and points, "You see that Rolls-Royce dealership? I bought that dealership with money I got from blow-jobs."
He gives her the money and the blow-job is the greatest thing he's ever known. Like rockets and fireworks and explosions. When it's over, he says, "I've GOT to have that pussy!"
She takes him to the window, points, and says, "You see that skyscraper?. . . If I had a pussy, I could buy that skyscraper."
"I'm not going to do it with a guy who has AIDS!"
He says, "It's cool baby, in a minute it's going to say "ADIDAS".
State cop: "License and registration please."
Man: "I'm sorry officer, what seems to be the problem?"
State cop: "I clocked you on radar doing 75mph."
Man: "There must be some mistake, I was only going 65."
Wife: "Oh Harold, you were going at least 80!"
State cop: "I'm also citing you for having a tail light out."
Man: "But officer, I wasn't aware it was out."
Wife: "Oh Harold, you know it's been out for two months."
State cop: "I'm also fining you for not wearing your seat belt."
Man: "But officer, I just took it off as you were approaching my
car."
Wife: "Oh Harold, you know you never wear your seat belt."
Man: "Listen you dumb bitch, shut your fuckin' mouth!!!"
State Cop: "Ma'am, does he always talk to you this way?
Wife: "Only when he's drunk."
"First, each morning, fix him a healthy breakfast and send him off to work
in a good mood."
"Second, at lunch time, make him a warm, nutritious meal and put him in a
good frame of mind before he goes back to work."
"Third, for dinner, fix an especially nice meal, and don't burden him with
household chores."
"Fourth, and most important for invigorating him and relieving stress, have
sex with him several times a week and satisfy his every whim in bed."
On the way home in the car, the husband turned to his wife and asked, "So,
I saw the doctor talking to you and he sure seemed serious. What did he
tell you?"
"You're going to die," she replied.
The store he happened into specialized in parrots. As he wanders down
the rows of parrots he notices one with no feet. Surprised he
mutters, "I wonder how he hangs onto the perch?"
The parrot says "With my prick, you dummy."
The guy is startled and says, "You certainly talk well for a parrot."
The parrot says, "Of course, I'm a very well educated parrot. I can
discuss politics, sports, religion, most any subject you wish."
The guy says, "Gee, you sound like just what I was looking for."
The parrot says, "There's not much of a market for maimed parrots. If
you offer the proprietor $20 for me I'll bet he'll sell me."
The guy buys the parrot and for three months things go great. When he
comes home from work the parrot tells him Clinton said this, the A's
won, the Giant's lost, the Pope did so and so.
One day the guy comes home from work and the parrot waves a wing at
him and
says, "Come in and shut the door."
The guy says, "What's up?"
The parrot says, "I don't know how to tell you this, but the mailman
came today. Your wife answered the door in her negligee and he kissed
her right on the lips."
The guy says, "Oh, A momentary flight of passion."
The parrot says, "Then he fondled her breasts."
The guy says, "He did?"
The parrot says, "Then he pulled her negligee down and started
sucking on her breasts."
The guy says, "My God, what happened next?!?"
The parrot says, "I don't know. I got a hard on and fell off my
perch."
The Jolly Green Giant right where you want him!
The man replies, "Parkinson's".
The man, impressed by the promptness of the service asks, " do all the waiters
carry a spoon in their pockets?"
The waither answers " We had an efficiency expert evaluate our operation and he determined that 25% of the customers knock the spoon off their tables, and that by carrying a spare spoon on us, we save a trip to the kitchen and can be much more efficient."
Later as the customer asked for his bill he remarked to the waiter "Excuse
me, but why do you have a string hanging from your fly?"
The waiter answered " that efficiency expert determined that we were spending
too much time washing our hands after we went to the bathroom, so the other
end of this string is attached to my penis, and when I go to the bathroom, I
simply use the string and never having touched myself, I don't need to wash
my hands."
The customer asks "then how do you get your penis back in your pants?"
The waiter replies "I don't know about the other guys, but I use the spoon."
While the landlord was chatting to the pianist, he asked what the
tunes were called. "Well, the first one I played was called 'I took my mother up
the arse'. And the second was 'I chopped my mate's cock off with a
fountain pen'".
The landlord was not too happy with this, and he suggested to the
pianist that if anyone asked him the name of his tunes, he makes up
something soppy and romantic. The pianist agrees.
On his first night, the pianist starts playing but the music is
awful. The landlord rushes up to the chap and says, "You're scaring
my customers off, what's wrong?". "I'm nervous." replies the chap.
"I've never played before an audience. I need a wank to relax."
So the landlord gives him a double brandy and a copy of Men Only and
sends him off to the toilets.
Ten minutes later, the chap is once again playing sweet, sweet music
on his piano for the pub patrons. He can't help but notice that a
woman is looking at him in a special way. He returns the look, and
eventually she approaches him.
"Do you know your knob is out, and you've got spunk dribbling down your trousers?" she asked.
"Know it?" he said. "I fucking wrote it!!"
Billy runs outside to get Sally. Sally comes into the house and hears
the moaning and groaning too. So she goes to the door and looks
through the keyhole and says, "Oh sure, this from the woman who tells
me not to suck my thumb!"
"Nope," says one of them. "But yer sure welcome to spend the night
with me an' Jim Bob here." Well, she looked them over and decided it
would be worth it just to get off the road.
That night, Joe Bob and Jim Bob couldn't resist sneaking down the
hall and peeking in the young vixen's room. She had just undressed
for bed and turned around to see the two of them gawking and mouth
breathing. "Well, boys. I reckon you're here to collect for the
night's boarding. But I've got one rule you both gotta follow." J.B.
and J.B. were falling all over each other clamboring into the room,
all grins, and nodding their heads. "Sure thing, missey. Anything you say."
She handed them each a condom and said, "Now no tricks, you boys both
have to promise me you won't slip these off, or else I'll get
pregnant." The boys gleefully agreed and they both had the time of
their lives that night.
About a week later, J.B. and J.B. were kicked back against a tree
fishing and and digging at their crotches and J.B. said, "Jim Bob.
That would be a shame if that gal that stayed with us last week got
pregnant, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah, I s'pose so."
"Yep........Aw, ta hell with her - let's take these damned things off."
"What's this?!?!?" he screams! "There's a pussy hair in my soup! I'm
not payin' for it!" and he storms out.
The waitress gets very upset at this and follows him out and sees him
go to the whorehouse across the street. He pays the madam and retires
to a room with a lovely blonde and goes down on her with gusto. The
waitress bursts in and says, "You complain about a hair in your soup
and then come over here and do THIS!???" the waitress yells.
He lifts his head, turns to her and says, "Yeah!... and if I find a
noodle in here, I ain't payin' for it EITHER!!!!!"
The woman, noticing the man's erection due to her presence,
goes over and satisfies him by performing oral sex on him. The man is
thrilled. He hurries back to the office and tells them he wants to
join immediately and pays his dues.
The old man lights up a cigar and goes out for another walk. While
walking, he drops his cigar and bends over to pick it up. A young man
sees the old man bent over and goes over and performs anal sex on the
old man. The elderly gentleman hurries back to the office to cancel
his membership.
"But why," asks the person at the desk, "you just said this was one
of the greatest places you ever visited."
"Yes," replies the old man, "but at my age I only get excited once
every three months, but I drop my cigar five times a day."
"VRROOOOM, VRRROOOOMM... SCREEEECH....."
"What are you doing?" enquires the doctor. "I'm taking this road
train down to Barcelona," replies the ex-trucker. Somewhat taken
aback but not to be put off the doctor moves on to the next bed where
he can see some very energetic activity going on underneath the covers.
On pulling them back he finds a man totally naked face down into the mattress.
"And what are you doing?" asks the doctor, a little perplexed.
"Well," pants the man, "While he's in Barcelona, I'm fucking his wife."
"Oscar, what happened to you?", asked the flea, because Oscar looked
terrible, wrapped up in a blanket, his nose running, his eyes red, and his teeth chattering.
"I got a ride down here in some guy's mustache and he came down here
by motorcycle. I nearly froze my nuts off," wheezed Oscar.
"Let me give you a tip, old pal," said the first flea, spreading some
more suntan oil on his shoulders. "You go to the stewardess lounge at
the airport, see, and you get up on the toilet seat, and when an Air
Florida stewardess comes in to take a leak, you hop on for a nice warm ride. Got it?"
So you can imagine the flea's surprise when, a month or so later,
while stretched out all warm and comfortable on the beach, who should
he see but Oscar - looking more chilled and miserable than before.
"Listen," said Oscar, "I did everything you said. I made it to the
stewardess lounge and waited till a really cute one came in, and made
a perfect landing and got so warm and cozy that I dozed right off."
"And so?" asked the first flea.
"And so the next thing I know, I'm on this guy's mustache again!"
His wife stood on the porch shaking her head from side to side.
"Henry, you need more tail!" she yelled.
Her husband dropped the string in disgust, and mumbled to himself,
"Isn't that just like a woman. Last night she told me to go fly a kite."
Daddy, relieved that Johnny's not asking more uncomfortable
questions, and seeing the opportunity not to break his stride,
agrees. Johnny hops on and daddy starts going to town.
Pretty soon mommy starts moaning and gasping. Johnny cries out, "Hang on tight, Daddy! This is the part where me and the milkman usually get bucked off!"
The next day the father came home and heard noises in the bedroom and
upon entering the room found his daughter using the vibrator. "What are
you doing?" he asked. His daughter replied, "I already told Mom. I
am 40 years old and ugly. I will never get married, so this is as
close as I'll get to a husband." The father walked out of the room.
The next day the Mother came home to find her husband with a beer in
one hand, the vibrator in the other, watching the football game.
"What are you doing?" she cried.
"What does it look like?", shouted the Dad. "I am having a drink and
watching the game with my son-in-law!"
The next day, the same performance, with the man walking out
laughing, fit to bust. The pharmacist thinks this odd and asks his
assistant, if the man returns, to follow him.
Sure enough, he comes into the store the next day, repeating his
actions once more. The assistant duly follows. Half an hour later, he
returns.
"So did you follow him?"
"I did."
"And...where did he go?"
"Over to your house..."
Man shows up Tuesday morning and works throughout the week, greatly
impressing everyone with his diligence and ability.
The next Monday, he once again calls his boss. "I'm sick," he says.
Boss reluctantly excuses him, but notices that this is the second
Monday in a row.
Once again, the man shows up Tuesday morning and works throughout the
week, even faster and better than the previous week.
The following Monday, he calls his boss again. "I'm sick." Boss
excuses him, but decides to call the man to task on Tuesday.
Tuesday comes and as soon as the man shows up, the boss calls him
into his office.
"What gives?" asks the boss. "I can see you're a hard worker, but
you've only been here three weeks and you've called in sick every Monday."
Man says, "Well, my sister is in a bad marriage and I go over to
console her every Monday morning before work. One thing leads to
another and we end up making love all day long."
"Your sister!?!" says the boss. "That's disgusting!"
Man says, "I told you I was sick."
"Well," the doctor explains, "what we would do is take the muscles
from the trunk of a baby elephant and implant them in your penis."
Jack thinks about it silently then says, "Well, the thought of going
through life without ever having sex again is too much, let's go for it."
A few weeks after the operation Jack was given the green light to use
his improved equipment. He planned a romantic evening for his
girlfriend and took her to one of the nicest restaurants in the city.
In the middle of dinner he felt a stirring between his legs that
continued to the point of being uncomfortable. To release the
pressure Jack unzipped his fly. His penis immediately sprung from
his pants, went to the top of the table, grabbed a roll and then
returned to his pants.
His girlfriend was stunned at first but then said with a sly smile,
"That was incredible! Can you do that again?"
Jack replied, "Well, I guess so, but I don't think I can fit another
roll up my ass."
So the bucket gets swung out over the street holding the crane driver
who proceeds to relieve himself. Just then a gorgeous, long-legged,
miniskirted Babe walks along the footpath below. The catcalls,
whistles etc., echoing up from below attract the young apprentice's
attention - he leans over to see what all the commotion is
about.....and inadvertently knocks THAT lever.
On the second floor, one of the carpenters says to his mate, "Shit,
those crane drivers are over sexed! All that for a doll in the
street!"
"What d'ya mean?"
"Well one just went whizzing past the window holding onto his his
cock and screaming "Fuck! Fuck! Fucking Cunt!"
One day the toilet stopped up. When her husband got home, she said
sweetly, "Honey, the toilet is clogged. Would you look at it?" Her
husband snarled, "What do I look like? The tidy-bowl man?" and sat
down on the sofa.
The next day, the garbage disposal wouldn't work. When her husband
got home, she said, very nicely, "Honey, the disposal won't work.
Would you try to fix it for me?" Once again, he growled, "What do I
look like? Mr. Plumber?"
The next day, the washing machine was on the blink. When her husband
got home, she steeled her courage and said, "Honey, the washer isn't
running. Would you check on it?" And again was met with a snarl,
"What do I look like? The Maytag repairman?
Finally, she had had enough. The next morning, the woman called three
repairmen to fix the toilet, the garbage disposal, and the washer.
When her husband got home, she said, "Honey, I had the repairmen out
today."
He frowned, "Well, how much is that going to cost?" "Well, honey,
they all said I could pay them by baking them a cake or having sex
with them."
"Well, what kind of cakes did you bake them?" he asked. She smiled.
"What do I look like? Betty Crocker?"
The madam looks confused and says to the man, "But sir, for this kind
of money, you can get the best blowjob in the house."
The salesman says to the madam, "I know. You don't understand. It's
not that I'm horny, I'm just homesick."
She says, "In that case, I'll have a half gallon of chocolate ice
cream." "Ma'am, I just told you. I'm sorry, we don't have any
chocolate ice cream."
"Okay, then I'll have a pint of chocolate ice cream."
"Look lady, I said we don't have ANY chocolate ice cream!"
"That's okay, I'll have an ice cream cone with two scoops of
chocolate."
The counter man is absolutely livid and says, "Lady, how do you spell
the 'straw' in strawberry?"
She says, "S - T - R - A - W."
"Right, now how do you spell the 'van' in vanilla?"
"V - A - N."
"Great, now how do you spell the 'fuck' in chocolate?"
She says, "There is no 'fuck' in chocolate."
"That's what I've been trying to tell you, THERE IS NO FUCKIN'
CHOCOLATE!"
He stresses the importance of this particular assignment, and that no
excuses will be accepted except illness (with a medical certificate)
or a death in the immediate family (with a note from that member).
A smart-ass student pipes up: "What about extreme sexual exhaustion,
sir?"
The class breaks up laughing, and when they settle down the teacher
responds with:
"Well, I guess you'll have to learn to write with your other hand."
"Yes," the attendant replied, "Come this way." he gestured.
"If I could come that way I wouldn't need the damn vibrator!!!"
The seven dwarfs are in Rome and they go on a tour of the city. After a
while they go to the Vatican and meet the pope. Grumpy, for once, seems
to have a lot to say; he keeps asking the pontiff questions about the church,
and in particular, nuns.
"Your Holiness, do you have any really short nuns?"
"No, my son, all our nuns are at least five feet tall."
"Are you sure? I mean, you wouldn't have any nuns that are, say, about my
height? Maybe a little shorter?"
"I'm afraid not. Why do you ask?"
"No reason." Pause. "Positive? Nobody in a habit that's about three feet
tall, two and a half feet tall?"
"I'm sure."
"Okay." Grumpy looks dejected at this news, and the pope wonders why.
So he listens to the dwarfs as they leave the building.
"What'd he say? What'd he say?" chant the other six dwarfs.
Grumpy says, "He said they don't have any."
And the other six start chanting, "Grumpy screwed a penguin! Grumpy
screwed a penguin! Grumpy screwed a penguin!"....
Teacher : "That's ridiculous! What makes you
think your dad can do that?"
Little boy: "Last night I heard him tell my mom,
'Turn off the light and I'll eat it!'"
A: You know she'll swallow.
A: By looking over your shoulder.
A: They don't want to wear out the camel.
A: Erotic is when you use a feather; kinky is when you use the whole chicken.
A: One to do the work and the other to moan with.
A: A Catholic wife has real orgasms and fake jewelry.
A: Jell-o wiggles when you eat it.
A: The punchlines were too long.
A: A new last name.
A) A dictator
His mom is taken by surprise and says, "Oh... well...ah....well I'm
bouncing on his stomach because he's fat and that makes him thin
again." And the boy says, "Well, that won't work!" His mom says,
"Why?!?"
And the boy replies, "Because the lady next door comes by after you
leave each day and blows him back up!"
"But Uncle", they asked, "what do you impersonate?"
"Well, I am the Premature Ejaculation himself."
"But...?"
"I've come in my pants."
The mother went into the living room and told her son, "We don't
use that kind of language in this house. Now go to your room for
two hours. When you come down, you may play with your train
as long as you use proper language."
Two hours later, the mother was still working in the kitchen when
her son came out of his room and resumed playing with his train.
The train stopped and the mother heard, "All passengers who
are disembarking the train, please remember to take all of your
belongings. We thank you for riding with us today and hope your
trip was a pleasant one. For those just boarding, we ask you to
stow your hand luggage under the seat and we hope you enjoy
your trip. For those of you who are pissed off about the two hour
delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen."
So, once on the highway, he turned on the radio, said CLASSICAL, and immediately heard a Mozart Concerto, followed by short work by Brahms.
The is great, he thought. I'll try something else and said JAZZ. No sooner said than done, as the strains of a Benny Goodman work, with Peggy Lee, filled the car. As he was enjoying this a driver on his right cut him off.
Angered, he shouted ASSHOLE! At once, he heard Rush Limbaugh.
A. Pressure.
The wife got up and started stripping off in front of him. The
husband was confused and asked, "What are doing taking all your gear
off?" The wife replied, "You were playing with my pussy. I thought it
was foreplay for something a bit heavier".
The husband said, "No, not at all." The wife then asked," Well, what
were you doing then?"
"Oh", he said, "I was just wetting my fingers so I could turn the
pages in my book!"
"What's wrong with that?" asks the young man. Between his sobs and
sniffles, he answers, "You don't understand. Every morning before she
goes to work, we make love...At lunchtime she comes home and we make
love again, and then she makes my favorite meal. In the afternoon
when she gets a break, she rushes home and gives me oral sex, the
best an old man could want. And then, at supper time, and all night
long, we make love."
He breaks down, no longer able to speak. The young man puts his arm around him.
"I don't understand. It sounds like you have the perfect relationship. Why are you crying?"
The old man bawls through his tears, "I forgot where I live!"
Jake looked at Bubba, a 6' 4" giant with the brain the size of a pea,
and got an idea. He told Bubba, "I bet you could beat that guy. He
doesn't look so rough, and you're no wimp." Bubba thought about it
for a minute and agreed that he probably could.
The next weekend Jake and Bubba went down to the stadium where the
tournament was to be held and signed Bubba up. An old man came up and
started briefing them on the rules of the contest and such. Jake,
seeing Bubba was a bit nervous, asked the old man for any tips. The
old man looked up to Bubba and said, "Just you watch out for his
pretzel hold. Ain't nobody ever gotten out that thing."
One by one, the contestants ahead of Bubba went in and came back
balled up and hurting. Two hours after they arrived, Bubba's turn was
finally up. In the ring, right before the bell rang, Bubba looked
back at Jake and said, "Don't worry buddy. I can avoid that pretzel
thing." But not ten seconds after he had gotten up in the ring was
The Killer laying on top of the contorted ball of Bubba and the
referee was pounding the mat, counting to ten.
Jake screamed and started walking back to the locker rooms. He was
pissed. He had shelled out $500 to get Bubba in this contest, and it
didn't last 20 seconds. But right before he got to the door, the
crowd went wild! Jake ran back to the ring to see Bubba with one foot
on top of the unconscious Killer and one armed raised in the air by
the referee. Jake ran into the ring and jumped on Bubba. The crowd
was out of control, and Jake and Bubba were $10,000 richer!
Later in the locker room, Jake confessed to Bubba he didn't see what
happened. Bubba said, "Well, The Killer got me in his pretzel hold
and I thought all was lost. I hurt like I'd never hurt before and all
I could hear was the ref slamming his hand down counting to ten. Then
I looked and front of me and saw this big, hairy sack of balls. I had
nothing to lose and figured it might even help. So I stretched a
little further and bit down as hard as I could on those things."
"Jake," Bubba said. "You wouldn't believe the strength a man gets
when he bites his own balls."
"Well, Ruby Finkelstein's just had a baby, maybe she'll help."
So every day Mendel went to Ruby's house for his daily feed. Ruby was
a dark-eyed, big breasted lady, who, inspite of herself, gradually
became aroused as Mendel lapped at her ripe breasts. One day as he
quietly lay sucking, she whispered to him, " Tell me Mr. Rugelbaum,
do you like it?"
"Mmmm, wonderful," he sighed.
"is there....," she hesitated, her lips parted, eyes aglow, "is there
anything else you'd like?"
"As a matter of fact there is," murmured Mendel.
"What?" Ruby asked breathlessly.
Mendel licked his lips. "Maybe a little biscuit?"
When the young nun come in on the first morning with the priest's
breakfast, he told her he had a key between his legs and she had a
lock between hers. "If I put my key in your lock," he explained to
the girl, "it will open the gates to heaven."
She thought that sounded like a fine idea, and they did it many times
before the old nun came back to resume her duties.
On her return she asked how things had worked out, and the young
sister eagerly explained about the gates of heaven. "Why, that lying
old bastard!" shrieked the nun, "Thirty years ago he told me that was
Gabriel's horn, and I've been blowing it ever since!"
After a few days a young attractive woman applies for the room and
explains that she is a model working in a nearby Manchester studio
for a few weeks and that she would like the room for Mondays to
Thursdays but would pay for the whole week.
Doris shows her the house and they agree to start straight away.
"There's just one problem" explains the model " because of my job I
have to have a bath every night, and I notice you don't have a bath?"
"Thats not a problem" replies Doris "we have a tin bath out in the
yard and we bring it in to the living room, in front of the fire, and
fill it with hot water."
"What about your husband?" asks the model.
"Oh he plays darts most weekdays - so he will be out in the
evenings." replies Doris.
"Good" says the model. "That being settled, I'll go to the studio and
see you tonight."
That evening Fred dutifully goes to his darts match whilst Doris
prepares the bath for the model. After stripping off the model steps
into the bath and Doris is amazed to see that she has no pubic hair.
The model notices Doris's staring eyes, smiles and explains that it
is part of her job to shave her pussy especially when modelling
swimwear or underclothes.
Later when Fred returns Doris relates this oddity and he does not
believe her.
"It's true I tell you" says Doris "look, if you don't believe me,
tomorrow night I'll leave the curtains slightly open and you can
peek in and see for yourself."
The next night Fred leaves as usual and Doris prepares the bath for
the model. As the model steps naked into the bath - Doris, standing
behind her, looks towards the curtains, and points towards the
model's naked pussy. Then she lifts up her skirt and wearing no
panties, points to her own hairy mass.
Later Fed returns and they retire to bed. "Well do you believe me
now?" she asks Fred.
"Yes," he replies. "I've never seen anything like it in my life. But
why did you lift up your skirt and show your hairy twat?"
"Just to show you the difference," answers Doris. "but anyway you've
seen my pussy millions of times!"
"Yes," says Fred, "I have....but the rest of the fucking darts team
haven't!"
Immediately, he apologized for his bad language. "That's okay," the
blonde replied, "If I don't sell more ass this month, I'm going to
lose my fucking car."
There is a young boy behind the counter. She walks in and asks him,
"I've come about the Clitoris Licking Frog."
The young guy smiles and replies, "Oui, Madame."
"Okay," says the woman.
A few minutes later, after the woman emptied her glass, she raises
her hand again to get Charlie's attention. Patrons begin to leave the
bar, disgusted at the sight of her armpit foliage, and Charlie is
losing patience with her. "Ma'am, I told you to call my name if you
needed anything," he tells the woman.
"Hey Charlie, put her drink on my tab," a drunk at the other end of
the bar says. "I just love the ballet."
"Ballet?" Charlie asks. "What in the world do you mean?"
"Any woman who can lift her leg that high has got to be a ballerina."
the drunk replies.
Mr. Smith was looking over his books one day and decided that he
wasn't making enough money to warrant two employees; he would have to
lay one off. But both Sarah and Jack were such good workers he was
having trouble finding a fair way to do it. He decided that he would
watch them work and the first one to take a break would be the one he
would lay off.
So, he sits in his office and watches them work. Suddenly, Sarah gets
a terrible headache and needs to take an aspirin. She gets the
aspirin out of her purse and goes to the water cooler to get
something to wash it down with. Mr. Smith follows her to the water
cooler, taps her on the shoulder and says, "Sarah, I'm going to have
to lay you or Jack off." And Sarah says, "Can you jack off? I have a
headache."
"Did he say anything about that big fat ass of yours?" ask the man.
"No, your name didn't even come up."
They pull up to an enormous farmhouse and ask the attractive lady of
the house if they can spend the night.
"I'm recently widowed," she explains, "and I'm afraid the neighbors
will talk if I let you stay in my house."
Jonathan asked, "We'll be happy to sleep in one of your barns, if
that's okay."
Nine months later, Jonathan receives a letter from the widow's
attorney. He calls up his friend Miles and says, "Say, Miles, do you
remember that good looking widow at the farm we stayed at?"
"Uh, yes, I do."
"Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the
house and have sex with her?"
"Yes, I have to admit that I did."
"Did you happen to use my name instead of telling her yours?"
Miles' face turns red and he says, "Yeah, I'm afraid I did."
"Well, thanks a lot, Buddy!...she just died and left me her farm."
Being the only two on the bus, they go to the back of the bus and take care of business. When they were done, and he had resumed driving, he said "Sister, I have a confession to make. I am married and have three children."
The nun replies, "thats OK, I have a confession too. My name is Dave, and I am on my way to a costume party."
The first woman says "My Husband works as a marriage counselor.
He always buys me flowers and candy before we make love. I like that."
The second woman says, "My husband is a motorcycle mechanic. He likes
to play rough and slaps me around sometimes. I kinda like that."
The third woman just shakes her head and says, "My husband works for
Microsoft. He just sits on the edge of the bed and tells me how great
it's going to be when I get it."
After he takes his shirt off, he flexes his muscular arms, and says,
"See there, baby? That's 1000 pounds of dynamite!" She begins to
drool.
The man drops his pants, and strikes a musclebuilder's pose, and
says, referring to his bulging legs, "See those, baby? That's 1000
pounds of dynamite!" She is aching for action at this point.
Finally, he drops his underpants, and she grabs her purse and runs
screaming to the front door. He catches her before she is able to run
out the door, and asks, "Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
She replies, "With 2000 pounds of dynamite, and such a short fuse, I
was afraid you were about to blow!"
"Well," replies the other, "I was walking to class the other day
when this pretty, young coed rides up on this bike. She jumps off,
takes off all of her clothes, and says 'You can have ANYTHING you
want!!'"
"Good choice," says the first, "her clothes wouldn't have fit you
anyway."
- "Looks like it's back to jerking off"
- Getting the bubble gum off his dick.
- It's the only thing Hillary Clinton will go down on.
All excited about their plan, they troop downstairs, where their
mother asks them what they'd like for breakfast.
"Aw, hell," says the eight-year-old, "gimme some Cheerios."
His mother backhands him off the stool, sending him bawling out of
the room, and turns to the younger brother. "What'll you have?"
"I dunno," quavers the six-year-old, "but you can bet your ass it
ain't gonna be Cheerios!"
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