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A wealthy man came home from a gambling trip and told his wife that he had lost their entire fortune and that they’d have to drastically alter their life-style.

"If you’ll just learn to cook," he said, "we can fire the chef."

"Okay," she said. "And if you learn how to make love, we can fire the gardener."

Two old ladies were outside their nursing home, having a smoke when it started to rain. One of the ladies pulled out a condom, cut off the end, put it over her cigarette and continued smoking.

Lady 1: “What’s that?”

Lady 2: “A condom. This way my cigarette doesn’t get wet.”

Lady 1: “Where did you get it?”

Lady 2: “You can get them at any drugstore.”

The next day … Lady 1 hobbles herself into the local drugstore and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms. The guy looks at her kind of strangely (she is, after all, over 80 years of age), but politely asks what brand she prefers.

Lady 1: “It doesn’t matter as long as it fits a Camel.”

Two old ladies were outside their nursing home, having a smoke when it started to rain. One of the ladies pulled out a condom, cut off the end, put it over her cigarette and continued smoking.

Lady 1: “What’s that?”

Lady 2: “A condom. This way my cigarette doesn’t get wet.”

Lady 1: “Where did you get it?”

Lady 2: “You can get them at any drugstore.”

The next day … Lady 1 hobbles herself into the local drugstore and announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms. The guy looks at her kind of strangely (she is, after all, over 80 years of age), but politely asks what brand she prefers.

Lady 1: “It doesn’t matter as long as it fits a Camel.”

Did you know that O.J. Simpson, Monica Lewinsky, Ted Kennedy, and President Bill Clinton are all avid golfers?

O.J.’s a slicer, Monica’s a hooker, Ted Kennedy can’t drive over water, and Clinton can’t seem to hit the right hole!

Son: “Daddy, I have to write a special report for school, but I don’t know what Politics is.”

Father: “Well, let’s take our home as an example. I am the bread-winner, so let’s call me Capitalism. Your Mum is the administrator of money, so we’ll call her Government. We take care of your need, so let’s call you The People. We’ll call the maid the Working Class and your brother we can call The Future. Do you understand son?”

Son: “I’m not really sure, Dad. I’ll have to think about it.”

That night awakened by his brother’s crying, the boy went to see what was wrong. Discovering that the baby had seriously soiled his diaper, the boy went to his parents’ room and found his mother sound asleep. He went to the maid’s room, where, peeking through the keyhole, he saw his father in bed with the maid. The boy’s knocking went totally unheeded by his father and the maid, so the boy returned to his room and went back to sleep.

The next morning he reported to his father.

Son: “Dad, now I think I understand what Politics is.”

Father: “Good son! Can you explain it to me in your own words?”

Son: “Well Dad, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, Government is sound asleep, the People are being completely ignored and the Future is full of Shit.”

A man sits in a bar, reading a newspaper. Suddenly he is tapped on his shoulder by another man: “Excuse me sir, but do you know Mrs. Appleblossom?”

The man folds up his newspaper, coughs slightly and replies: “just a moment sir”, after which he takes out a little black notebook. “A, A, A… [finding the name in the book] yes, actually I do know Mrs. Appleblossom.”.

He puts the notebook back into his inside pocket picks up the newspaper and continues reading. The other man taps his shoulder again: “Excuse me sir, but have you been to bed with Mrs. Appleblossom?”

The first gent puts the newspaper down again, finds his notebook and checks: “B, B, B… ahh, yes, I have been to bed with Mrs. Appleblossom”

He starts putting the notebook away when he once again is tapped on the shoulder: “Excuse me sir, but I am Mr. Appleblossom, and I am very disappointed”

"D, D, D… ahh… yes sir, so was I!"

One day, Little Johnny’s teacher, Miss Figpot asked the class if they could name some things you can suck!”

"Ice cream, ma’am!" Little Mary answered.

"Good, Mary." Miss Figpot said, "Anyone else?". "How about a lollipop!" said Steven.

"Very good, now it’s your turn Johnny!", the teacher said.

Little Johnny, sitting at back then answered, “A lamp!”.

The teacher and all of the students wondered about his answer. The teacher asked him, “Johnny, why do you think one can suck a lamp?”

Last night when I passed my parents room”, Little Johnny answered, “I heard my mom say, turn off the lamp, honey and let me suck it.”

"Doc, you’ve gotta help me. My wife just isn’t interested in sex anymore. Haven’t you got a pill or something I can give her?"

"Look, I can’t prescribe …"

"Doc, we’ve been friends for years. Have you ever seen me this upset? I am desperate! I can’t think, I can’t concentrate, my life is going utterly to Hell! You’ve got to help me."

The doctor opens his desk drawer and removes a small bottle of pills. “Ordinarily, I wouldn’t do this. These are experimental, the tests so far indicate that they’re VERY powerful. Don’t give her more than ONE, understand? JUST one.”

"I don’t know, doc, she’s awfully cold …"

"One. No more. In her coffee. Okay?"

"Um … okay."

Our hero expresses gratitude, and departs for home, where his wife has dinner waiting. When dinner is finished, she goes to the kitchen to bring dessert. Our hero, in fumbling haste, pulls the pills from his pocket and drops one into his wife’s coffee. He reflects for a moment, hesitates, then drops in a second pill. And then he begins to worry. The doctor did say they were powerful. Then an inspiration strikes: he drops one pill into his own coffee.

His wife returns with the shortcake, and they enjoy their dessert and coffee, our hero with poorly concealed anticipation. Sure enough, a few minutes after they finish, his wife shudders a little, sighs deeply and heavily, and a strange smoky look enters her eyes. In a deep, throaty, near-whisper, in a tone of voice he has never heard her use before, she says, “I … need … a man …”

His eyes glitter and his hands tremble as he replies, “Me … too …”

"Doc, you’ve gotta help me. My wife just isn’t interested in sex anymore. Haven’t you got a pill or something I can give her?"

"Look, I can’t prescribe …"

"Doc, we’ve been friends for years. Have you ever seen me this upset? I am desperate! I can’t think, I can’t concentrate, my life is going utterly to Hell! You’ve got to help me."

The doctor opens his desk drawer and removes a small bottle of pills. “Ordinarily, I wouldn’t do this. These are experimental, the tests so far indicate that they’re VERY powerful. Don’t give her more than ONE, understand? JUST one.”

"I don’t know, doc, she’s awfully cold …"

"One. No more. In her coffee. Okay?"

"Um … okay."

Our hero expresses gratitude, and departs for home, where his wife has dinner waiting. When dinner is finished, she goes to the kitchen to bring dessert. Our hero, in fumbling haste, pulls the pills from his pocket and drops one into his wife’s coffee. He reflects for a moment, hesitates, then drops in a second pill. And then he begins to worry. The doctor did say they were powerful. Then an inspiration strikes: he drops one pill into his own coffee.

His wife returns with the shortcake, and they enjoy their dessert and coffee, our hero with poorly concealed anticipation. Sure enough, a few minutes after they finish, his wife shudders a little, sighs deeply and heavily, and a strange smoky look enters her eyes. In a deep, throaty, near-whisper, in a tone of voice he has never heard her use before, she says, “I … need … a man …”

His eyes glitter and his hands tremble as he replies, “Me … too …”

A man goes into a drug store and asks the cashier for some condoms. The cashier asks, “What size?”

The man replies, “Size? I didn’t know they came in sizes.”

"Yes, they do," she says, "What size do you want?"

"Well, gee, I don’t know," the man answers.

The lady is used to this, so she tells him to go to the back yard and measure his penis by sticking it into each of the three holes in the fence. While the man is back there, the lady sneaks around to the other side of the fence and spreads her legs behind each hole as the man tests it. When they return, the cashier asks, “What will it be? Small, medium, or large?”

The man replies, “To hell with the condoms, give me a hundred feet of that fence back there!”

What is a man’s idea of foreplay?

A half hour of begging.

A guy dials his home phone from work. A strange woman answers. The guy says, “Who is this?” “This is the maid.”, answered the woman. “We don’t have a maid!” “I was just hired this morning by the lady of the house.” “Well, this is her husband. Is she there?” “Ummm …. she’s upstairs in the bedroom with someone who I just figured was her husband.” The guy is fuming. He says to the maid, “Listen, would you like to make $50,000?” “What do I have to do?” “I want you to get my gun from my desk in the den and shoot that witch and the jerk she is with.” The maid puts down the phone. The guy hears footsteps, followed by two gunshots. The maid comes back to the phone. “What should I do with the bodies?” “Throw them in the swimming pool!” “What?! There’s no pool here?” Long pause… “Uh …. is this 221-1811?”