Quote:All Newbies that enter must satisfy the elders with a joke.
Ok, I think I've told this here before, but there's probably someone who didn't hear it:
Little town in the middle of Kansas. Very few women in the town and good looking women are a rarity. But then Burke came to town. A knockout! Hourglass figure, beautiful face, long auburn hair. A goddess.
Every guy in town started to ask her out. She refused them all. Soon the guys in town were confused and angry. Why wouldn't she go out with them? Was she trying to hide something? Yeah, that must be it! She's trying to hide something!
And then the hermaphrodite rumors started. "That's why she won't go out with us" the men screamed. "She has something to hide .... she's a hermaphrodite!"
But one calm night in mid July, Burke was approached by George Broderkon. George asked her out and started to walk away, fully expecting rejection. But he was stunned when he heard her say, "Why, yes, George, I'd love to go out with you. Pick me up at eight."
George showed up at eight o'clock sharp and headed for the drive-in movie. Burke looked fantastic. She was wearing a flimsy low-cut polka dot dress. George kept taking peeks at her ample cleavage as he drove down the road. Burke's breasts swelled and strained against the flimsy fabric and George began to sweat in earnest. Several times his glasses fogged up and he had to pull over to the side of the road to clean them.
Burke asked, "What's wrong, George. Why do your glasses keep fogging up? And is that a small kitten moving around in your pants?"
George gulped and continued toward the movie theater. He placed his baseball cap on his lap in order to calm the raging "kitten". "Later", thought George, "I shall unleash the kitten and Burke will be mine."
An hour passed and the two young lovers munched popcorn and stared at the crazy antics of Adam Sandler. Burke laughed and laughed as she munched her popcorn. Then she turned to George and said, "I have to use the bathroom, sweetie. I'm just going to do my business behind that hedge over there. I'll be right back."
She headed for the hedge.
George continued to eat his popcorn, when suddenly the light went off. "Hey", thought George, "now is my chance to find out if Burke is a hermaphrodite."
George jumped from the car and raced to the hedge. Getting down on his hands and knees, he crawled to the corner of the hedge and peered around. Burke was squatted and perfectly silhouetted by the moon. George lowered his head almost to the ground and, sure enough, there was a long thing dangling between Burke's legs. Slowly, George crept toward her, silent as a cat. And then he was there. Striking fast as a cobra his hand reached between her legs and clutched the appendage.
"Gotcha!", George triumphantly cried.
Burke turned and looked at George as she slowly began to rise. "You didn't tell me you were a peeping tom." she said.
George was staring at his hand, revulsion on his face, and he said in a trembling tone, "You didn't tell me you were taking a ****."