Way back in the 1960s Buddy came around to Suzie's to take her to the dance. Her mum invited Buddy in for a lemonade whilst Suzie was getting ready.
In amongst the small talk, Suzie's mum suddenly blurted out: 'Suzie can screw, you know. In fact, she tells me she's very good at it. She screws at work and sometimes at home, in her room. She screws when she can, actually!'
Buddy was taken aback slightly, but in his mind, his plans for the evening changed. Anyhow, after ten minutes, Suzie came downstairs, all glammed up and ready to go. Buddy had a glint in his eye...
Thee hours elapsed, and Suzie's mum heard the key in the lock. In stepped an angry Suzie, hair dishevelled, clothes soiled; sweater torn, make-up running down her tearful face in black rivulets.
'Mother!' she exclaimed through the tears. 'It's the TWIST! The bloody dance is called the TWIST!'
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A man boarded an aircraft and found himself sat next to a pretty woman, in good shape physically, and dressed provocatively.
'Ooo hello!' She said. 'I'm just on my way to a seminar in New York about human sexuality. It ties in with my dissertation I did when I graduated from university. Did you know that contrary to popular belief, the best lovers are not the Latin or Italian men of fiction and legend, but are, in fact a complex mix of Irish, Greek and Native American origin?'
Suddenly, this young attractive lady blushed and her face fell. 'I'm so sorry, she said. Here I am, making small talk to a complete and utter stranger; it's all me, me, me - I don't even know your name!'
'Anacletus Theodopolis O'Brien', the man replied. 'But my friends just call me Tonto'.
Last edited by Russell W. Barnes; 02-27-2019 at 07:13 AM.