A Worthy Joke

Yep… the jokes are running like the bluefish in Long Island Sound. What can I say? Feast or famine I suppose. But as High Minister of Vulgar Jokes (a State Government Bureau, I might add… accountable to no one, not even the Governor… which would lead some to ask how did I get this appointment), I am on the look out for the best for my constituents in this State and beyond.

But as the Bard said, “Pride falleth before the man“… now in fact it may not have been the Bard who said that… it could have been the Bible, or some historical figure who spoke with a lisp… but I love to quote Shakespeare and as a consequence attribute at least 85% of the fancy things I say to him regardless of the accuracy.

Yes & now where was I? Oh yes… the only thing about this joke stuff is that with so much that flies across the internet it is hard to put something original out for distribution. That’s where the “pride” part comes into play… I don’t want you to think I am just the sort of guy who hits the “forward” button on jokes I receive (or in some other way steal) without adding my own flavouring…

Be assured that the following is funny… it comes from the Second Act of Shakespeare’s great Comedy As You Like It.

Enjoy!!

A young man, anxious for some sexual exercise, picked up a bombshell while strolling thru Central Park, unaware that she was a nymphomaniac. He took her to a nearby hotel.

And after six times she was still screaming for more. After the seventh, exhausted and spent, he slipped out of the room on the pretense of buying cigarettes.

He ducked into the men’s room in the lobby, unzipped his fly and couldn’t find anything.

In a panic he reached inside his boxers. His pride and joy was still there; but tiny and all drawn up. In a soothing voice he whispered, “It’s all right. You can come out now. She’s not here!”

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