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Post by willc453 on Nov 11, 2020 2:09:08 GMT -6
Jane and Arlene are outside their nursing home, having a drink and a smoke, when it starts to rain. Jane pulls out a condom, cuts off the end, puts it over her cigarette, and continues smoking.
Arlene: What in the hell is that?
Jane: A condom. This way my cigarette doesn't get wet.
Arlene: Where did you get it?
Jane: You can get them at any pharmacy.
The next day, Arlene hobbles herself into the local pharmacy and
announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms.
The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed, looks at her kind of strangely (she is, after all, over 80 years of age), but very delicately asks what size, texture, brand of condom she prefers.
'Doesn't matter Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel.'
The pharmacist fainted.
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Post by texican on Feb 2, 2021 20:11:17 GMT -6
The pharmacist, obviously embarrassed, looks at her kind of strangely (she is, after all, over 80 years of age), but very delicately asks what size, texture, brand of condom she prefers.
'Doesn't matter Sonny, as long as it fits on a Camel.'
The pharmacist fainted.
The mental imagines would put you in jail if the feds could read minds.
Thanks WillC.
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Feb 2, 2021 22:46:18 GMT -6
Imagine the number of times I'd of gotten my face slapped by girls if they could of read my mind. Remember Arte Johnson as the dirty ol' man on the Laugh In tv show?
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Post by 9idrr on Feb 3, 2021 19:34:53 GMT -6
I always tell folks I don't have a mind, it's a one track gutter.
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