A man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he settled in, he glanced Up and saw the most beautiful woman boarding the plane. He soon realized She was heading straight towards his seat. As fate would have it, she took The seat right beside his. Eager to strike up a conversation he blurted out, “Business trip or pleasure?”
She turned, smiled and said, “Business. I’m going to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston."
He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen Sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs!
Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, “What’s your Business at this convention?”
“Lecturer,” she responded. “I use information that I have learned from my Personal experiences to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.”
“Really?” he said. “And what kind of myths are there?”
“Well,” she explained, “one popular myth is that African-American men are The most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is That Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is Scotsmen who are the best. I have also discovered that the lover with Absolutely the best stamina is the Irish
Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed.. “I’m Sorry,” she said, “I shouldn't really be discussing all of this with you. I don’t Even know your name.”
“Tonto,” the man said, “Tonto McTavish but my friends call me Paddy".
@Region Philbis,
Owned one dog who we named joey, but that was when our kids were young.
@Region Philbis,
Why do Frenchmen eat only one egg for breakfast?
Because in French one egg is
un oeuf.
Term for your dog's faithfulness to you: Fidolity.
@hingehead,
Did you hear about the cow that stopped giving milk ?
It was an udder failure
@panzade,
The only thing flat-earthers have to fear is sphere itself.
It's not well known that penguins bury their dead which explains why nobody has ever seen a dead one on the ice. Using their vestigial wings, the adult males break a hole in the ice and nudge their fallen comrade into it. Then they all gather round and sing.
Freeze a jolly good fellow..
I met this dwarf called Peter the other day.
He's a baker and he was telling me all about baking flatbreads.
It was fascinating.
I love the pita patter of tiny Pete.
That was really awful . . . it got an upvote from me!
