There once was a young Irish woman who went to confession. Upon entering
the confessional she said, “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” The
priest said, “Confess your sins and be forgiven.” The young woman said,
“Last night my boyfriend made mad passionate love to me seven times.”
The priest thought long and hard and then said, “Take seven lemons and
squeeze them into a glass and then drink it.”
The young woman asked, “Will this cleanse me of my sins?”
The priest said “NO, but it will wipe the smile off of your face.”
When fashion says, as fashion must,
That females should expose the bust,
How odd will be the sights we’ll see,
Such infinite variety.
From tiny buds not yet in bloom,
To those which fill up half the room.
But first let’s start off with the flats,
With ribs on view like building slats.
The teenage girls will start the craze,
By giving “half an egg” displays.
And then improving on the view,
There’ll be the orange, cut in two.
So now there comes the classic type,
Round and cushioned, soft and ripe.
The perky ones deserve a line,
Pointing upwards all the time.
Upsetting to the manly sight,
One points left and one points right.
And then there’s one, takes so much space,
How can the other keep it’s place?
And so we come around to the flops,
Like spaniels ears, or razor strops.
The double chins, the pigeon toes,
The blusher, and the purple nose.
Then jewels pendant from the ends,
Will add to fashions topless trends.
The only common factor seen,
Will be the upright cleft between.
As long as there are two abreast,
Who is to say which sort is best.
The great advantage is, I feel,
At least we’ll know that they are real.
Q: How can u tell if a blonde has been in the frig?
A: Theres lipstick on the cucumber.
A rather well proportioned young lady, Joan, spent almost all of her vacation sunbathing on the roof of the hotel. She wore a bathing suit the first day but, on the second, being a naturist, she decided that no one could see her way up there, so she slipped out of it for an overall tan.
She’d hardly begun when she heard someone running up the stairs. She was lying on her stomach, so she just pulled a towel over her rear.
“Excuse me, miss,” said the flustered little assistant manager of the hotel, out of breath from running up the stairs. “The hotel doesn’t mind you sunbathing on the roof but we would very much appreciate you wearing a bathing suit as you did yesterday.”
“What difference does it make,” Joan asked rather calmly. “No one can see me up here, and besides, I’m covered with a towel.”
“Not exactly,” said the embarrassed little man. “You’re lying on the dining room skylight.”
There was once a great actor, who had a problem. He could no longer remember his lines. Finally after many years he finds a theater where they are prepared to give him a chance to shine again.
The director says, “This is the most important part, and it has only one line, you must walk on to the stage carrying a rose, you must hold the rose with just one finger and your thumb to your nose, sniff the rose deeply and then say the line ‘Ah, the sweet aroma of my mistress.’”
The actor is thrilled. All day long before the play he’s practicing his line over and over again. Finally the time came.
The curtain went up, the actor walked onto the stage, and with great passion delivered the line; “Ah, the sweet aroma of my mistress.”
The theater erupted, the audience was screaming with laughter and the director was steaming!
“You bloody fool!” he cried, “You have ruined me!”
The actor was bewildered, “What happened, did I forget my line?”
He asked. “No!” the director screamed, “You forgot the bloody rose!”