Hi Ann,
I took a few days off around M-Day. Just doing local stuff. I sent this one to Margaret, who had, along with you, sent me a joke, maybe as thanks for pecking in my stockholders' mtg report. Maybe she already sent it to you, anyway:
A guy and his girlfriend share an apartment, but have separate bedrooms because they work odd shifts and don't want to be constantly waking each other. One night, she's walking down the hall next to his bedroom and he says 'honey', why don't you come in for a while. She starts in and half way across the rug, she trips and falls right on her face. He quickly helps her get back up, and takes her to his bed. He massages her shoulder, which had been hurt, they cuddle, and then make love. Time to head back to her bedroom, and, half way across the rug, she trips at the same place, falling right on her face again. This time, the guy rolls over and mutters under his breath 'clumsy b*tch'. |
