Poor Old Fool
“Poor Old fool,” thought the gentleman as he watched an old man trying to fish in a puddle of water outside of the bar.
He decided to invite the old man inside for a drink. As they sipped their whiskeys, the gentleman thought he’d humor the old man and asked, “So how many have you caught so far?”
The old man replied, “You’re the eighth today".
Sunday Afternoon Quickie
The only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their 8-year-old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony with a Popsicle and tell him to report on all the neighborhood activities.
He began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation.
"There's a car being towed from the parking lot," he shouted.
A few moments passed.
"An ambulance just drove by."
A few moments later: "Looks like the Anderson's have company," he called out.
"Matt's riding a new bike."
A few moments later: "Looks like the Sanders are moving."
"Jason is on his skateboard."
A few more moments: "The Coopers are playing in their bedroom."
Startled, his mother and father shot up in bed.
Dad cautiously asked: "How do you know they are… playing in their bedroom?"
"Jimmy Cooper is standing on his balcony with a Popsicle too."
Van Man...................
Frank and Fiona were making passionate love in Frank's van when suddenly Fiona,
who was a bit on the kinky side,and had just read "40 shades of grey", yells out, "Oh fat boy, whip me, whip me!"
Frank, not wanting to pass up this unique opportunity, obviously did not have any whips to hand,
but in a flash of inspiration, opened the window, snaps the antenna off his van
and proceeds to whip Fiona until they both collapse in sado-masochistic ecstasy.
About a week later Fiona notices that the marks left by the whipping session are not healing
and starting to fester a bit so she goes to the doctor.
The doctor takes one look at the wounds and asks: "Did you get these marks having sex?"
Fiona a little too embarrassed that she had even had sex with Frank,
let alone allowed him to indulge in her own kinky desires, eventually admits,
"Yes I did."
Nodding his head knowingly the doctor exclaims:
"I thought so because in all my years as a doctor you've got the worst case of van aerial disease that I've ever seen."
Tickets
My mate has two tickets for the final of Euro 2016 but he is getting
married on that day and cannot attend. If anyone wants to go instead of
him it's at St Andrews Church in Brighton and the brides name is Sarah.