|Once upon a time there was a 98-year old woman whose billionaire husband died. The woman had inherited all of her deceased husband's fortune and decided she would see if she could remarry herself a fine young man. So, she walked into a bar and announced to all the men that she had inherited billions of dollars and would marry the guy with the biggest dick.|
Now of course this woman wasn't all that in the looks department, as a matter of fact she looked more like a shriveled prune then a human being. But, the guys didn't care because they knew this old lady would croak soon and they would get all that money.
The woman then told the men to stiff themselves up to full erection and lay their dicks on a long table. They did what she said.
All of a sudden, two gay guys walked into the bar, looked at the table and said, "Mmm! A buffet?!"
|Two housewives were drinking coffee together.|
"On my way over here," said Louise, "I developed an awful headache. Do you have any good remedies?"
Her friend Martha responded, "When I get a headache, my husband is the best remedy. He rubs my shoulders, then the back of my neck, caresses my breasts while kissing my tummy, and... Well, you can guess the rest. In no time at all he's soothed the pain away. You should try it!"
"I'd love to," her friend replied. "What time does your husband get home?"
|Reunion is when Akhil gets up in the morning and tells his wife he is going to work.|
Instead he goes to his neighbour Paul's wife to make love to her.
Her husband Paul comes and knocks on the door.
Akhil goes under the bed.
Paul enters the bedroom.
Feeling uneasy, the wife excuses herself to go to market to buy food items.
Paul takes advantage of the wife's absence to call Akhil's wife.
Akhil's wife quickly arrives and they make love.
Suddenly Paul's wife who had excused herself to go to the market turned back halfway forgetting the list of food items at home and knocks on the door.
Akhil Is Still Under The Bed.
Akhil's wife rushes to hide under the bed.
This Is REUNION.
|A hot shot East Coast newspaper reporter was on assignment in Arkansas, when he struck up a conversation with a young lady in a bar. After a half dozen drinks, he suggested they get their own bottle and retire to his motel room, and she readily agreed.|
"Say, how old are you anyway?" the reporter asked as the obviously young lass was disrobing.
"Thirteen," she replied with a shy smile.
"Thirteen??? My God, girl!!! You get those clothes back on at once at get the hell outta here! Are you crazy?" he thundered.
Pausing briefly at the door, the perplexed nymphet smiled and said, "Superstitious, huh?"