“Hey, Bob, can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“What is the craziest thing you've
ever had sex with?”
“Thing? Thing I had sex with?”
“An inanimate object you've inserted
yourself into, or inserted into yourself, or otherwise rubbed
against, to completion.”
“Are you trying to get me to go to an
orgy again?”
“No. Why, do you want to go?”
“No.”
“Okay. Well, think about it.”
“Think about going to an orgy, or
think about things I've had sex with?”
“Think about sex. Think about sexy
things. Think about my wife. She thinks about you.”
“I got to go to work.”
“Okay. Want to know why I'm hosing
off my toaster?”
“No.”
“Rancid poptart.”
This is a riot. I love it. I laughed all the way thru.
ReplyDeleteI say cut the poptart though. We don't need to know. It's better we imagine!
But did you google it?
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