Three homosexuals were discussing what they thought their favorite sport would be.
The first decides on football, because of all those gorgeous guys bending over in their tight pants.
"Definitely wrestling," sighs the second guy. "Those skimpy little costumes, and think of the holds, ooh!"
"Definitely baseball," says the third guy. "Why? Well, I'd be pitching with the bases loaded, the batter would hit a line drive right to me, I'd catch it, and I'd just stand there while the other guys rounded the bases. Meanwhile the crowd would be going crazy, screaming,
'Throw the ball, you cocksucker!' and that's what I like - the recognition."
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When Jane reached the checkout, she learned that one of her items had no price tag. Imagine her embarrassment when the checker got on the iintercom and boomed out for all the store to hear: "Price check on lane 12, Tampax, supersize."
If that was bad enough, somebody at the rear of the store misunderstood the word "tampax" for "thumbtacks."
In a business-like tone, a voice boomed back over the intercom:
"Do you want the kind you push in with your thumb or the kind you pound in with a hammer?" |
