Dating & Relationships

These entries span a wide variety of attitudes, which should make it so almost anyone can find something they enjoy.

Since they were without their boyfriends, they decide to go in. The Bouncer, a very attractive guy, explains to them how it works.

"We have 5 floors ...go up floor by floor, and once you find what you are looking for,you can stay there. It's easy to decide, since each floor has signs telling you what's inside. But once you go past a floor you cannot return"

So they start going up, and on the first floor the sign reads "All the men here are horrible lovers, but they are sensitive and kind"...the friends laugh and without hesitation move on to the next floor.

The sign on the second floor reads "All the men here are wonderful lovers, but they generally treat women badly".

This wasn't going to do, so the friends move up to the third floor where the sign read "All the men here are great lovers and sensitive to the needs of women." This was good but there were still two more floors.

On to the fourth floor,the sign was Perfect. "All the men here have perfect builds; are sensitive and attentive to women; are perfect lovers; they are also single, rich and straight."

The women seemed pleased but they decide that they would rather see what the fifth floor has to offer before they settle for the fourth. When they reach the fifth floor, the sign reads: "There are no men here. This floor was built only to prove that it is impossible to please a woman."

And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: ''Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?''

And then there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: Gee, I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.

And Roger is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily toward . . . I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Roger is thinking: . . . so that means it was . . . let's see.... February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means . . . lemme check the odometer. . . Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Elaine is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed even before I sensed it that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.

And Roger is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Elaine is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.

And Roger is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90- day warranty. That's exactly what they're gonna say, the rats.

And Elaine is thinking: maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their ....

''Roger,'' Elaine says aloud.

''What?'' says Roger, startled.

''Please don't torture yourself like this,'' she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. ''Maybe I should never have . . . I feel so . . ." (She breaks down, sobbing.)

''What?'' says Roger.

''I'm such a fool,'' Elaine sobs. ''I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse.''

''There's no horse?'' says Roger.

''You think I'm a fool, don't you?'' Elaine says.

''No!'' says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.

''It's just that . . . It's that I . . . I need some time,'' Elaine says.

(There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)

''Yes,'' he says.

(Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.)

''Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?'' she says.

''What way?'' says Roger.

''That way about time,'' says Elaine.

''Oh,'' says Roger. ''Yes.''

(Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)

''Thank you, Roger,'' she says.

''Thank you,'' says Roger.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two Czechs he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it. (This is also Roger's policy regarding world hunger.)

The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.

Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Elaine's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: ''Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?''

When I was in high school I used to be terrified of my girlfriend's father, who I believe suspected me of wanting to place my hands on his daughter's chest. He would open the door and immediately affect a good-naturedly murderous expression, holding out a handshake that, when gripped, felt like it could squeeze carbon into diamonds.

Now, years later, it is my turn to be the dad. Remembering how unfairly persecuted I felt when I would pick up my dates, I do my best to make my daughter's suitors feel even worse. My motto: wilt them in the living room and they'll stay wilted all night.

"So," I'll call out jovially. "I see you have your nose pierced. Is that because you're stupid, or did you merely want to APPEAR stupid?"

As a dad, I have some basic rules, which I have carved into two stone tablets that I have on display in my living room.

Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure as heck not picking anything up.

Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to assure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric staple gun and fasten your trousers securely in place around your waist.

Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex mithout utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I WILL kill you.

Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make YOU cry.

Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process which can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her adam's apple. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay.

My daughter claims it embarrasses her to come downstairs and find me attempting to get her date to recite these eight simple rules from memory. I'd be embarrassed too there are only eight of them, for crying out loud! And, for the record, I did NOT suggest to one of these cretins that I'd have these rules tattooed on his arm if he couldn't remember them. (I checked into it and the cost is prohibitive.) I merely told him that I thought writing the rules on his arm with a ball point might be inadequate ink washes offand that my wood burning set was probably a better alternative.

One time, when my wife caught me having one of my daughter's would-be suitors practice pulling into the driveway, get out of the car, and go up to knock on the front door (he had violated rule number one, so I figured he needed to run through the drill a few dozen times) she asked me why I was being so hard on the boy. "Don't you remember being that age?" she challenged.

Of course I remember. Why do you think I came up with the eight simple rules?

They stopped that shit after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.

Ah, yes, divorce......., from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet. 

            Robin Williams

                        Roseanne

                    Billy Crystal

                    Sean Connery

                    Robert De Niro

                     Bill Cosby

                    Hugh Grant

                     Elayne Boosler

                        Elizabeth Taylor

                        Jerry Seinfield

                    Rod Stewart

                    Jeff Bridges

The produce guy looked at him and said, "No, You'll have to do that yourself."

They reach the last bull, whose ownder is stroking the massive beast's head. "How many times has your bull mated this year?" asks the wife.

"This here's the pride of Laypipe County: 365 times, ma'am."

The wife's jaw drops, and she turns to her husband. "Wow! You could really learn from this one. You should ask him what his secret is!"

The fed-up man turns to the breeder and says, "Hey, mister-was it all with the same cow?"

"Sensitive, artistic-minded composer ... come over to sit by the grand piano. We'll compose a beautiful symphony together." 

He got two responses.

The second he placed for himself.

"37-year-old has built successful record company and traveled the world. Living alone in Manhattan triplex ..."

He didn't mention the Lexus but he still got hundreds of responses. Norman finished the story by saying "The thing that gets to me is that most of the women who answered my ad said they were looking for someone artistic. Why the f*** didn't they answer the ad I put in for my brother?"

You mean all the world to me.
Without you I can't be free.
You make me pant considerably.
You're my love guppy.

You have the finest rosebud's taste.
Without you my life is waste,
I'll stick to you like Elmer's paste.
You're my love guppy.

I'd break through a citadel.
I'd fight with a raging bull,
Though winning would seem improbable.
You're my love guppy.

My love's as strong as the mid-ocean ridge.
You shine like the rainbow bridge
or like that light inside my fridge.
You're my love guppy.

For you I'd consume haggis,
or lose the joys of Bacchus,
or live in sin with Mike Dukakis.
You're my love guppy.

No time's too long for me to wait.
For you, I'd fight against Fate,
though maybe you could lose some weight,
You're my love guppy.

Without you, I'd be not whole,
I would have to sell my soul,
or gulp a quart of Tide-E-Bowl.
You're my love guppy.

My passion is always mounting.
I'm like a geyser founting.
Well, maybe not, but who's counting?
You're my love guppy.

The love that is the more intense
always has the most silence,
like quiet bursts of flatulence.
You're my love guppy.

I know that my love is true.
I know that you'll love me too,
or I'll hold my breath 'till I turn blue
You're my love guppy.

I'd not forget you if I tried.
You make me all warm inside.
My love's as pure as Naugahyde.
You're my love guppy.

Then I hear the words let slip
From betwixt impatient lips,
"I want to have a relationship.
You're my love guppy."

I hate to be the one to defy sacred myth, but I believe he's a she.

Think about it. Christmas is a big, organized, warm, fuzzy, nurturing, social deal, and I have a tough time believing a guy could possibly pull it all off!

For starters, the vast majority of men don't even think about selecting gifts until Christmas Eve. Once at the mall, they always seem surprised to find only Ronco products, socket wrench sets, and mood rings left on the shelves. On this count alone, I'm convinced Santa is a woman.

Surely, if he were a man, everyone in the universe would wake up Christmas >morning to find a rotating musical Chia Pet under the tree, still in the shopping bag.

Another problem for a he-Santa would be getting there. First of all, there would be no reindeer because they would all be dead, gutted and strapped on to the rear bumper of the sleigh amid wide-eyed, desperate claims that buck season had been extended. Blitzen's rack would already be on the way to the taxidermist.

Even if the male Santa DID still have reindeer, he'd also have the transportation problems because he would inevitably get lost up there in the >snow and clouds and then refuse to stop and ask for directions.

Other reasons why Santa can't possibly be a man:

• Men can't pack a bag.
• Men would rather be dead than caught wearing red velvet.
• Men would feel their masculinity is threatened... having to be seen with all those elves.
• Men don't answer their mail.
• Men would refuse to allow their physique to be described, even in jest, as anything remotely resembling a "bowl full of jelly."
• Men aren't interested in stockings unless somebody's wearing them.
• Having to do the Ho Ho Ho thing would seriously inhibit their ability to pick up women.
• Finally, being responsible for Christmas would require a commitment.

I can buy the fact other mythical holiday characters are men:

• Father Time shows up once a year unshaven and looking ominous. Definite guy.
• Cupid flies around carrying weapons.
• Uncle Sam is a politician who likes to point fingers.

But not Santa!!!!

For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun."We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances. Inside of this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill Her!!!"

The man said, "You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife." The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job."

The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the man came out with tears in his eyes. "I tried, but I can't kill my wife." The agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."

Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow, and said, "This gun is loaded with blanks. I had to beat him to death with the chair

"Well, uh, I was thinkin'. . .perhaps it's aboot time for a wee kiss." The girl blushed, then leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Then he blushed. Then the two turned once again to gaze out over the loch.

After a while the girl spoke again. "Another penny for your thoughts, Angus."

The young man knit his brow. "Well, now," he said, "my thoughts are a bit more serious this time."

"Really?" said the girl in a whisper, filled with anticipation.

"Aye," said the lad.

"Din'na ye think it's aboot time ye paid me that first penny?"

The woman notices this and asks, "Is your date running late?".

"No", he replies, "I just been given this state-of-the-art watch and I was just testing it."

The intrigued woman says, "A state-of-the-art watch? What's so special about it?"

"It uses alpha waves to telepathically talk to me", he explains.

"What's it telling you now?"

"Well, it says you're not wearing any knickers."

The woman giggles and replies, "Well it must be broken because I am wearing knickers!"

007 tuts, taps his watch and says, "Damn thing must be an hour fast."

"Looking back over the years that we've been together, I can't help but wonder: What the #%^&*@ was I thinking?"

"Congratulations on your wedding day! Too bad no one likes your wife."

"I've always wanted to have someone to hold, someone to love. After having met you, I've changed my mind."

"I must admit, you brought Religion in my life. I never believed in Hell until I met you."

"As the days go by, I think of how lucky I am that you're not here to ruin it for me."

"If I get only one thing for Christmas, I hope it's your sister."

"As you grow older, Mum, I think of all the gifts you've given me. Like the need for therapy..."

"Congratulations on your promotion. Before you go, would you like to take this knife out of my back. You'll probably need it again."

"We have been friends for a very long time, what say we call it quits."

"I'm so miserable without you, it's almost like you're here."

"You are such a good friend that if we were on a sinking ship and there was only one life jacket... I'd miss you heaps and think of you often."

"Your friends and I wanted to do something special for your birthday - so we're having you put to sleep."

"Happy Birthday, Uncle Dad!!" (available only in Arkansas)

What's the difference between a girlfriend and a wife? 45 lb.

What is it when a man talks nasty to a woman? Sexual Harassment

What is it when a woman talks nasty to a man? $3.99 a minute.

How many men does it take to change a light bulb? None, they just sit there in the dark and complain.

What's the fastest way to a man's heart? Through his chest with a sharp knife.

Why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring and good-looking? Because those men already have boyfriends.

What is a man's view of safe sex? A padded headboard.

How do men sort their laundry? "Filthy" and "Filthy but wearable"

What's the difference between a new husband and a new dog? After a year, the dog is still excited to see you.

What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying? The same urge that makes dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving.

What is the difference between a battery and a woman? A battery has a positive side.

Do you know the punishment for bigamy? Two mothers-in-law.

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHOM TO MARRY?

You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.     -  Alan, age 10

No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with.     -  Kirsten, age 10

Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.    -  Camille, age 10

No age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get married.     -  Freddie, age 6

You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.    -  Derrick, age 8

Both don't want any more kids.    -   Lori, age 8

Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.     -   Lynnette, age 8

On the first date, they just tell each other lies, and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date. -    Martin, age 10

I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.    -  Craig, age 9

When they're rich.    -   Pam, age 7

The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that.     -  Curt, age 7

The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.    -   Howard, age 8

It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.     -  Anita, age 9

There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?     -   Kelvin, age 8

Tell your wife that she looks pretty even if she looks like a truck.     -   Ricky, age 10

Showing respect for their fallen comrade, the other five complete their playing time standing up.

Roberts looks around and asks, "Now, who is going to tell the wife?"

They draw straws. Rippington, who is always a loser, picks the short one.

They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse than it is.

"Gentlemen! Discreet? I'm the most discreet man you will ever meet. Discretion is my middle name, leave it to me."

Rippington walks over to the Smith house, knocks on the door, the wife answers, asks what he wants.

Rippington says, "Your husband just lost $500 playing cards."

She hollers, "TELL HIM TO DROP DEAD!"

Rippington says, "I'll tell him."

He got into the taxi, and the cabbie said, "Perfect timing. You're just like Dave."

The passenger said, "Who?"

The cabbie said, "Dave Bronson. Now there's a guy who did everything right. Like my coming along just when you needed a cab. It would have happened like that to Dave."

The rider said, "Well, nobody's perfect."

The cabbie said, "Dave was. He was a terrific athlete. He could have gone on the pro tour in golf. He could have played tennis with the best pros. He sang like an opera baritone, and danced like a Broadway star. He had a memory like a trap. Could remember everybody's birthday. He could fix anything, not like me. If I change even a fuse, I black out the whole neighborhood."

The rider said, "No wonder you remember him."

The cabbie said, "Well, no I never actually met Dave."

The rider asked, "Then how do you know so much about him?"

The cabbie exclaimed, "I married his widow!"

When your turn comes, you will receive 15,625 women. One of them is bound to be better than the one you already have. At the writing of this letter, a friend of mine had already received 184 women, of whom 4 were worth keeping. REMEMBER this chain brings luck. One man's pit bull died, and the next day he received a PLAYBOY CENTERFOLD MODEL. An unmarried accountant who was living with his widowed mother was able to choose between a Hooters waitress and a Hollywood supermodel.

You can be lucky too, but DO NOT BREAK THE CHAIN! One man broke the chain, and got his own wife back again.

A woman was out golfing one day when she hit her ball into the woods. She went into the woods to look for it and found a frog in a trap. The frog said to her, "If you release me from this trap, I will grant you three wishes." The woman freed the frog.

The frog said, "Thank you, but I failed to mention that there was a condition to your wishes that whatever you wish for, your husband will get ten times more or better!"

The woman said, "That would be okay."

For her first wish, she wanted to be the most beautiful woman in the world.

The frog warned her, "You do realize that this wish will also make your husband the most handsome man in the world, an Adonis, that women will flock to.

The woman replied, "That will be okay because I will be the most beautiful woman and he will only have eyes for me. "So, KAZAM she's the most beautiful woman in the world.

For her second wish, she wanted to be the richest woman in the world. The frog said, "That will make your husband the richest man in the world and he will be ten times richer than you."

The woman said, "That will be okay because what's mine is his and what's his is mine." So, KAZAM she's the richest woman in the world!

The frog then inquired about her third wish, and she answered, "I'd like a mild heart attack."

Answer: One. ONE!! And do you know WHY it only takes ONE? Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb. They don't even know the bulb is BURNED OUT. They would sit in this house in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it OUT. And once they figured it out they wouldn't be able to find the light bulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME CUPBOARD for the past SEVENTEEN YEARS. But if they did, by some miracle, actually find the light bulbs, TWO DAYS LATER the chair that they dragged from two rooms over to stand on to change the STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE CRUMPLED WRAPPER THE STUPID @*!#$% LIGHT BULBS CAME IN! WHY?! BECAUSE NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE EVER CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE 12 FEET DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE. THE HOUSE!! IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS...
I'm sorry...what did you ask me?

A man was walking along a California beach and was in deep prayer to the Lord. He said, "Lord, you have promised to give me the desires of my heart. That's what I am asking you for right now. Please give me a confirmation that you will grant my wish."

Suddenly the sky clouded up over his head and the Lord in a booming voice spoke to him. "I have searched your heart and determined it to be pure. The last time I issued a blank wish request it was to Solomon. He didn't disappoint me with his request for wisdom. I think I can trust that you won't disappoint me either. Because you have been faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish you ask for."

The man sat and thought about it for a while and said, "I've always wanted to go to Hawaii, but I'm deadly afraid of flying and I get very sea-sick on boats. Could you build a bridge to Hawaii, so I can drive over there to visit whenever I want?"

The Lord laughed and said, "That's impossible! Think of the logistics of that! How would the supports ever reach the bottom of the Pacific? Think of how much concrete...how much steel!!! Your request is very materialistic, a little disappointing. I could do it, but it's hard for me to justify your craving for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of another wish, a wish you think would honor and glorify Me as well."

The man thought about it for a long while and tried to think of a really good wish. Finally, he said, "Here's the deal, Lord. I've been married and divorced four times. My wives always said that I don't care and that I'm insensitive. So I wish that I could understand women...I want to know how they feel inside and what they're thinking when they give me the silent treatment...I want to know why they're crying...I want to know what they really mean when they say 'nothing'...I want to know how to make them truly happy...That's the wish that I want, Lord."

Then after a few minutes, God said, "You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"

Nobody raises a hand, so he calls on the first student to look his way. "Mary, can you tell me which organ of the human body expands to 10 times its usual size when stimulated?"

Mary stands up, blushing furiously. "Sir, how dare you ask such a question?" she says. "I'm going to complain to my parents, who will complain to the principal, who will have you fired!"

Mr. Sampson is shocked by Mary's reaction, but undaunted. He asks the class the question again, and this time Sam raises his hand. "Yes, Sam?" says Mr. Sampson.

"Sir, the correct answer is the iris of the human eye."

"Very good, Sam. Thank you."

Mr. Sampson then turns to Mary and says, "Mary, I have 3 things to tell you: First, it's clear that you have NOT done your homework. Second, you have a DIRTY mind. And third, I fear one day you are going to be sadly disappointed."

  THIS IS FOR MEN TIRED OF RECEIVING MALE-BASHING JOKES

  How many men does it take to open a beer?
  None; it should be opened by the time she brings it.

  Why is a Laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman?
  Because a woman who can't even afford a washing machine will
  probably never be able to support you.

  Why do women have smaller feet than men?
  It's one of those "evolutionary things" that allows them to stand
  closer to the kitchen sink.

  How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart?
  When she starts her sentence with "A man once told me."

  How do you fix a woman's watch?
  You don't.  There is a clock on the oven.

  If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling
  at the front door, who do you let in first?
  The dog, of course.  He'll shut up once you let him in.

  What's worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig?
  A woman that won't do what she's told.

  I haven't spoken to my wife for 18 months: I don't like to interrupt her.

  What do you call a woman who has lost 95% of her intelligence?
  Divorced.

  Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes a woman's sex
  drive by 90%. It's called a Wedding Cake.

  Our last fight was my fault: My wife asked me "What's on the TV?"  I 
  said, "Dust!"

  In the beginning, God created the earth and rested.  Then God
  created Man and rested.  Then God created Woman.  Since then, neither God
  nor Man has rested.

  Why do men die before their wives?  They want to.

  A beggar walked up to a well-dressed woman shopping on Rodeo Drive and
  said:
   "I haven't eaten anything in four days."  She looked at him and said:
   "God, I wish I had your willpower."

  Young Son: "Is it true, Dad, I heard that in some parts of Africa
  a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her?"
  Dad: That happens in every country, son.

  A man inserted an advertisement in the classified: Wife Wanted."  The 
  next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing:
  "You can have mine."

  The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday: forget it once.

  Are Women equal to men: No, not until they can walk down the street with 
  a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are beautiful.

A young man goes into a drug store to buy condoms. The pharmacist says the condoms come in packs of 3, 9 or 12 and asks which the young man wants. "Well," he said, "I've been seeing this girl for a while and she's really hot. I want the condoms because I think tonight's 'the' night.

"We're having dinner with her parents, and then we're going out. And I've got a feeling I'm gonna get lucky after that. Once she's had me, she'll want me all the time, so you'd better give me the 12 pack."

The young man makes his purchase and leaves.

Later that evening, he sits down to dinner with his girlfriend and her parents. He asks if he might give the blessing, and they agree. He begins the prayer, but continues praying with his head down for several minutes after everyone starts eating.

The girl leans over and says, "You never told me that you were such a religious person."

He leans over to her and says, "You never told me that your father was a pharmacist."

The mother looks at her son and replies, "Son, this shows the town that your bride is pure."

The son thanks his mom, and then seeks his father opinion, "Dad, why are wedding dresses white?"

The father looks at his son in surprise and says, "Son, all household appliances come in white."

Barbara Walters did a story on gender roles in Kuwait several years before the Gulf War. She noted then that women customarily walked about 10 feet behind their husbands.

She returned to Kuwait recently and observed that the men now walked several yards behind their wives. Ms. Walters approached one of the women and said, "This is marvelous. Can you tell the free world just what enabled women here to achieve this great reversal of roles?"

"Land mines," said the Kuwaiti woman.

One day her husband comes home while the lover is there so she locks the lover in the same closet with the boy. They stand in the gloom for a while, then the boy says, "Dark in here."

"Yes, it is."

"I have a baseball."

"That's nice."

"Wanna buy it?"

"No."

"My dad's out there."

"OK, I'll buy it. How much."

"$25.00."

"Gee. OK, I'll buy it."

A week later the man is over again. The boy is locked in the closet again. The father comes home again. The man is locked in the closet with the boy again. They stand in the gloom until the boy says, "Dark in here."

"Yes, it is."

"I have a baseball glove."

"That's nice."

"Wanna buy it?"

Remembering the previous week, the man says, "Sure, how much."

"$75.00."

"Fine."

The following weekend the father says to the boy, "Son, go get your ball and glove and lets play some catch."

"I can't, dad. I sold them."

"Really? For how much."

"$100.00"

"Son, you shouldn't rip your friends off like that. We didn't pay anywhere near that for those items. I'm taking you to the church and I want you to confess your sin to the priest."

They go to the church and the father sends the boy in to the confessional.

The little door opens so the priest can hear his confession.

"What is your sin, my son."

The boy says "Dark in here."

The priest says "Don't start that again."

The young fellow sits down in a vacant seat, which happens to be directly across the aisle from an old man, who stares at the kid for the next ten miles. Finally, the self-conscious kid yells out, "What are you looking at, old man? Didn't you ever do anything wild when you were young?"

Without so much as blinking, the old man replies, "Well, yes, I did. Back when I was very young and in the Navy, I got really drunk in Singapore and had sex with a parrot. I've just been sitting here thinking that you might be my son."

"$5.00 per word, Ma'am," came the response.

"Good, do you have a paper and pencil handy?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"OK, write this: 'Cohen died.'"

"I'm sorry, Ma'am; I forgot to tell you there's a five-word minimum."

"Hmmph," came the reply, "You certainly did forget to tell me that." A moment of silence. "Got your pencil and paper?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"OK, print this: 'Cohen died, Cadillac for sale.'"

"Don't what?" Adam replied.

"Don't eat the forbidden fruit." God said.

"Forbidden fruit? We got forbidden fruit? Hey, Eve... We got Forbidden Fruit!"

"No way!"

"Yes WAY!"

"Don't eat that fruit!" said God.

"Why?"

"Because I'm your Creator and I said so!" said God, wondering why he hadn't stopped after making the elephants.

A few minutes later God saw the kids having an apple break and was angry. "Didn't I tell you not to eat that fruit?" God asked.

"Uh huh," Adam replied.

"Then why did you?"

"I dunno," Eve answered.

"She started it!" Adam said.

"Did Not!"

"DID so!"

"DID NOT!!"

Having had it with the two of them, God's punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own

The father invites the fiancé to his study for a drink. "So what are your plans?" the father asks the young man.

"I am a Torah scholar." he replies.

"A Torah scholar. Hmmm," the father says. "admirable, but what will you do to provide a nice house for my daughter to live in, as she's accustomed to?"

"I will study," the young man replies, "and God will provide for us."

"And how will you buy her a beautiful engagement ring, such as she deserves?" asks the father.

"I will concentrate on my studies," the young man replies, "God will provide for us."

"And children?" asks the father. "How will you support children?"

"Don't worry, sir, God will provide," replies the fiancé. The conversation proceeds like this, and each time the father questions, the young idealist insists that God will provide.

Later, the mother asks, "How did it go, Honey?"

The father answers, "He has no job and no plans, but the good news is he thinks I'm God."

"What , Dear?" she gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.

"I think you bring me bad luck!"

The husband, however, became suspicious and after a search of the bedroom discovered the man in the closet. "Who are you?" he asked him.

"I'm an inspector from Bugs-B-Gone," said the exterminator.

"What are you doing in there?" the husband asked.

"I'm investigating a complaint about an infestation of moths," the man replied.

"And where are your clothes?" asked the husband.

The man looked down at himself and said, "Those little bastards."

"Look, I'll give you $100 if you'll change the wedding vows. When you get to me and the part where I'm to promise to 'love, honor and obey' and 'forsaking all others, be faithful to her forever,' I'd appreciate it if you'd just leave that part out." He passed the minister a $100 bill and walked away satisfied.

It is now the day of the wedding, and the bride and groom have moved to that part of the ceremony where the vows are exchanged. When it comes time for the groom's vows, the pastor looks the young man in the eye and says:

"Will you promise to prostrate yourself before her, obey her every command and wish, serve her breakfast in bed every morning of your life and swear eternally before God and your lovely wife that you will not ever even look at another woman, as long as you both shall live?"

The groom gulped and looked around, and said in a tiny voice, "Yes."

After the wedding, the groom pulled the pastor aside and hissed, "I thought we had a deal."

The pastor put the $100 bill into the groom's hand and whispered back, "She made me a much better offer."

Ottawa: In new test results released yesterday, scientists in Canada suggested that men should take a look at their beer consumption, considering the results of a recent analysis that revealed the presence of female hormones in beer. The theory is that drinking beer makes men turn into women.

To test the finding, 100 men were fed 6 pints of beer each. It was then observed that 100% of the men gained weight, talked excessively without making sense, became overly emotional, couldn't drive, failed to think rationally, argued over nothing, and refused to apologize when wrong.

No further testing is planned.

"It's only fair to warn you, Jody," Bill says. "I'm a golf nut. I live, eat, sleep, and breathe golf."

"Well, I'll be honest, too," Jody says. "I'm a hooker."

The man looks crestfallen for a moment, then says, "Are you keeping your wrists straight?"

A woman was leaving a 7-11 with her morning coffee when she noticed a most unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby cemetery. A long black hearse was followed by a second long black hearse about 50 feet behind.

Behind the second hearse was a solitary woman walking a pit bull on a leash.

Behind her were 200 women walking single file. The woman couldn't stand the curiosity. She respectfully approached the woman walking the dog and said, "I am so sorry for your loss and I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this. Whose funeral is it?"

The woman replied, "Well, that first hearse is for my husband."

"What happened to him?"

The woman replied, "My dog attacked and killed him."

She inquired further, "Well, who is in the second hearse?"

The woman answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my husband when the dog turned on her."

A poignant and thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two women.

"May I borrow that dog?"

"Get in line."

Men know that there are at least three sides to every story:
his, hers, and the truth.

Men know that cats are evil and cannot be trusted.

Men know how to change the toilet paper, but to do so would
ruin the game.

Men know exactly how much gas is left in the tank and how
far that gas will get them.

Men know that from time to time, it is absolutely necessary
to adjust oneself.

Men know that a woman will wear a low-cut dress and expect
the man to stare at her cleavage.  Men also know that the
woman will get pissed off when they do, for reasons not
totally clear to them.

Men know that the reason men don't like cats is because they
don't know how to cook them.

Men know that men are from here, and women are from way the
hell over there.

Their waitress watched as John slid all the way down his chair and out of sight under the table. Still, Mary appeared calm and unruffled, apparently unaware that dear John had disappeared under the table.

After the waitress finished taking the order, she came over to the table and said to the woman, "Pardon me, ma'am, but I think your husband just slid under the table."

The woman calmly looked up at her and replied firmly, "Oh, no. He did not. In point of fact, he just walked in the front door."

He says, "Jesus, honey...remember last week when I went to the track? 'Betty Sue' was the name of the horse I went there to bet on." She shrugs and walks away.

Three days later he's reading his paper when she walks up behind him and smacks! him on the back of the head with the frying pan again.

He says, "What was that for?"

She says, "Your horse is on the phone."

Here are some real answers to some real questions regarding
pregnancy:

Q. What is the easiest way to figure out exactly when I
   got pregnant?
A. Have sex once a year.

Q. My blood type is O-positive and my husband's is
   A-negative.  What if my baby is born, say, type
   AB-positive?
A. Then the jig is up.

Q. My husband and I are very attractive. I'm sure our baby
   will be beautiful enough for commercials. Whom should I
   contact about this?
A. Your therapist.

Q. I'm two months pregnant now.  When will my baby move?
A. With any luck, right after he finishes college.

Q. My brother tells me that since my husband has a big nose,
   and genes for big noses are dominant, my baby will have
   a big nose as well.  Is this true?
A. The odds are greater that your brother will have a fat lip.

Q. My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes
   she's borderline irrational.
A. So what's your question?

Q. Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while
   my wife is in labor?
A. No, not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you.

Q. Does labor cause hemorrhoids?
A. Labor causes anything you want to blame it for.

Q. Where is the best place to store breast milk?
A. In your breasts.

Q. Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to
   feel and act normal again?
A. When the kids are in college.

The two mothers pooled their meager resources, advertised, and sure enough, they got results: twin brothers in Cactus Corners looking for wives. The twin bridegrooms were sent for.

Along the way the twins met up with outlaws. One was killed, the other escaped. Upon his arrival, the mothers were in immediate conflict as to whom the surviving twin belonged. They were going to kill each other over it. After all, each had a daughter's future at stake.

They took the case to Judge A.K. Hornswoggle, alcoholic, disbarred, but with Solomonic frontier wisdom. After due deliberation, Hornswoggle ruled that the young man be chopped in half and one half awarded to each daughter.

The first mother was outraged. If Hornswoggle wasn't drunk or stupid, he was a monster for suggesting such a thing.

The second mother thought it would not be a bad solution.

And pointing to the second mother, Hornswoggle said, "Your daughter gets him. You are the real mother-in-law."

I just got back from a semester abroad in Europe, and let me tell you, it truly was the most magical, amazing experience of my entire life. The French countryside was like something out of a storybook, the Roman ruins were magnificent, and the men, well, European men are by far the most romantic in the world.

You American men all think you're so suave and sophisticated. Well, think again! European men make you look like the immature, inexperienced little children you are. They really know how to make a woman feel special over there. Unlike the so-called men here in the States, European men know how to treat a woman right.

For one thing, European men aren't afraid to come up and talk to you. And they know how to start slow, with a nice cup of Italian espresso or a long walk on some historic street. They know the places you can't find in any tourist guide. They know the whole history of the cities in which they live who the fountains are named after, who the statues are.

I remember one unforgettable night in Athens, I sat and listened to a Greek sailor for hours as he told me about the countless men who fought over Helen back in ancient times. Afterward, he told me he loved his homeland even more now that he'd seen it through my eyes. I ask you, would an American man ever say something as deep and beautiful as that?

European men know the most romantic little cafes and bistros and trattorias, candlelit places where you can be alone and drink the most fantastic wine. They tell you what's on the menu and what you should try. (If it wasn't for a certain young man in Milan, I never would have discovered fusilli a spinaci et scampi.) And the whole time, they're looking deep into your eyes, like you're the only woman on the entire planet. What woman could resist a man like that? Then, after a moonlit stroll along the waterfront and a kiss in the doorway of their artist's loft, you find yourself unable to, well, I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

I'll never forget my magical semester abroad. One thing's for sure I'm ruined for American men forever!

American Women Studying In Europe Are Unbelievably Easy  
        By Giovanni Di Salvi

I'm a 25-year-old carpenter living in Rome, and I don't mind telling you that I get all the action I can handle. I'm not all that handsome or well-dressed, and I'm certainly not rich. In fact, my Italian countrywomen could take me or leave me. But that's just fine, because Rome gets loads of tourist traffic, and American co-eds traveling through Europe are without a doubt the easiest lays in the world.

Being European gives me a hell of an advantage. I'm not sure why, but there's something about the accent that opens a lot of doors. All you have to do is go up to them, act a little shy and say, "Whould hyou like to go with me, Signorina, for a cafe?" I actually have to thicken up my accent a little, but they never, ever catch on.

After a cheap coffee, which to them always tastes better than anything they've ever had, because they're in Europe, it's time to walk them. Now, all they know about Rome is what they've read in Let's Go, so you can pretty much just make up a whole bunch of stuff. It's fun to see how much they'll swallow: As long as I refer to Italy as "my homeland" and other Italians as "my people," they'll believe pretty much anything. I don't know who most of the local statues are, so I tell the muffins they're all great artists and poets and lovers. Once, just for the hell of it, I told a psychology major from the University of Maryland that a public staircase was part of the Spanish Steps, which she'd never even heard of. Another time, I told this blonde from Michigan State that the public library was the Parthenon, and she cooed like I'd just given her a diamond.

For dinner, I usually take them to some cheap little hole in the wall, someplace deserted where not even the cops eat. American girls think candlelight means "romance," not "deteriorating public utilities," so they just poke their nipples through their J. Crew sweaters and never notice that there's no electricity. Just as well, because Roman restaurants aren't exactly the cleanest. After a bunch of fast-talk about the menu, I get them the special, which is usually some anonymous pasta with spinach and day-old shrimp, and whatever cheap, generic, Pope's-blood Chianti's at the bottom of the list.

By this time, they're usually all set. Going in for the kill, I walk them past one of Rome's famous 2,000-year-old open cesspools. Then, as we open the door to my trashy efficiency, I kiss them on the eyelids so they don't see the roaches, making sure the first thing they see is the strategically positioned artist's easel I bought at some church sale. That's usually all they need to see and, like clockwork, they fall backwards on my bed with their Birkenstocks in the air.

I mean, they're hardly Italian women, but we have a saying here in Europe: Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?

FIRST THE WOMEN:

40-ish.................. 48
Adventurer.............. Has had more partners than you ever will
Athletic................ Flat-chested
Average looking......... Ugly
Beautiful............... Pathological liar
Contagious Smile........ Bring your penicillin
Educated................ College dropout
Emotionally Secure...... Medicated
Feminist................ Fat; ball buster
Free spirit............. Substance user
Friendship first........ Trying to live down reputation as slut
Fun..................... Annoying
Gentle.................. Comatose
Good Listener........... Borderline Autistic
New-Age................. All body hair, all the time
Old-fashioned........... Lights out, missionary position only
Open-minded............. Desperate
Outgoing................ Loud
Passionate.............. Loud
Poet.................... Depressive financially insecure
Professional............ Real Witch
Redhead................. Shops the Clairol section
Reubenesque............. Grossly Fat
Romantic................ Looks better by candle light
Voluptuous.............. Very Fat
Weight proportional to height................ Hugely Fat
Wants Soulmate.......... One step away from stalking
Widow................... Nagged first husband to death
Young at heart.......... Toothless crone

THE MALE SIDE OF THE LIST:

40-ish.................. 52 and looking for 25-yr-old
Athletic................ Sits on the couch and watches ESPN
Average looking......... Unusual hair growth on ears, nose, & back
Educated................ Will always treat you like an idiot
Free Spirit............. Sleeps with your sister
Friendship first........ As long as friendship involves nudity
Fun..................... Good with a remote and a six pack
Good looking............ Arrogant
Honest.................. Pathological Liar
Huggable................ Overweight, more body hair than a bear
Like to cuddle.......... Insecure, overly dependent
Mature.................. Until you get to know him
Open-minded............. Wants to sleep with your sister but she's not
interested
Physically fit.......... I spend a lot of time in front of mirror
admiring myself
Poet.................... Has written on a bathroom stall
Spiritual............... Once went to church with his grandmother on
Easter Sunday
Stable.................. Occasional stalker, but never arrested
Thoughtful.............. Says "Please" when demanding a beer

"Your duties will be exactly the same as they were in the army," the general said. "Nothing to it-you'll catch on again fast."

Next morning promptly at eight o'clock, the ex-orderly entered the ex-general's bedroom, pulled open the drapes, gave the general a gentle shake, strode around the other side of the bed, spanked his employer's wife on her bottom and said, "OK, sweetheart, it's back to the village for you."

PRE-RELATIONSHIP AGREEMENT: 
===========================
The party of the first part (herein referred to as "she"), 
being of sound mind and pretty good body, agrees to the following 
with the party of the second part (herein referred to as "him")
being of sound mind and a bit overweight body:

1) FULL DISCLOSURE: At the commencement of said relationship (colloquially
referred to as the "first date"), each party 
agrees to fully disclose any current girl/boyfriends, dependent
children, bizarre religious beliefs, phobias, fears, social 
diseases, strange political affiliations, or currently active
relationships with anyone else that have not yet terminated. 
Further, each party agrees to make known any deep-seated 
complexes and/or fanatical obsessions with pets, careers, 
and/or organized sports. Failure to make these disclosures 
will result in the immediate termination of said relationship 
before it has a chance to get anywhere.

2) INDEMNIFICATION OF FRIENDS: Both parties agree to hold the 
person who arrange the liaison (colloquially referred to as the
"matchmaker") blameless in the event that the "fix-up" turns 
out to be a "real loser" or "psycho bitch". (For definition of 
"real loser", see "John DeLorean: My Story", available at most
bookstores, or any picture of Bob Guccione in "Penthouse". 
For definition of "psycho bitch", see Sharon Stone in 
"Basic Instinct" or Glenn Close in "Fatal Attraction".)

3) DEFINITION OF RELATIONSHIP: Should said relationship 
proceed past the first date, both parties mutually agree 
to use the following terminology in describing their said 
"dating": For the first thirty(30) days, both parties consent 
to say they are "going out". 
(This neither implies nor states any guarantee of exclusivity.) 
Following the first thirty (30) days, both parties may say 
they are "seeing somebody" and may be referred to by third 
parties as "an item". Sixty (60) days following the commencement 
of the first date, either member may elect to use the terms
"girl/boyfriend" or "lover" and their mutual acquaintances may 
refer to them as "a couple". Under no circumstances are the 
phrases "my better half", "the little woman", "the old ball 
and chain", or "my old man/lady" acceptable. Furthermore, if 
both members consent, this timetable may be sped up;
however, if either party "gets too serious" and disregards 
this schedule, the other party may dissolve the relationship 
on the grounds of "moving too fast" and may once again be 
said to be "on the market".

4) TERMS OF EXCLUSIVITY: For the first thirty (30) days, both 
parties agree not to ask questions about the other's whereabouts 
on weekends, weeknights, or over long holiday periods. No 
unreasonable demands or expectations will be made; both parties 
agree they have no "rights" or  "holds" on the other's time. 
Following the first six weeks or forty-five (45) days, if one 
party continues to be "missing in action" without explanation, 
the "wounded party" agrees to "give up".

5) DATING ETIQUETTE: For the first thirty (30) days, both 
members of the couple agree to be overly considerate of the 
other's work pressures, schedules, and business ambitions. 
All dates will be made at least twenty-four (24) hours in 
advance; there will be no "running off in the middle of the 
night to console an old girl/boyfriend", and both parties 
agree to strike the phrase "but he/she needs me" from their
vocabularies. 6) Further, during the first six (6) weeks each 
member of said relationship agrees to attempt one spontaneous 
home-cooked meal or to arrange the delivery of at least one 
unexpected bouquet of flowers. Following the first forty-five 
(45) days, both parties will return to their normal personalities. 

6) TERMS OF PAYMENT: It is agreed that-respective gross income 
aside-"he" will pick up the tab at all dinners, clubs, theaters, 
and breakfasts until: "He" considers her suitably impressed, 
"he" is broke, or "he" says, "this is ridiculous, you pay!" 
Not included in this agreement are meals ordered from the 
bedroom, which are subject to the availability of discretionary 
funds on hand at the time.

7) LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: (occasionally known as the "Why do I 
bother to keep my own apartment?" codicil): Should said 
relationship progress to the point where the couple spends 
more than four nights a week together, every effort shall 
be made to split the time between their respective apartments. 
Further, it is agreed that both sides will attempt to silence 
the lewd remarks of landlords, or roommates. He agrees to 
"pick up after himself" while in residence at her apartment, 
including washing his whiskers out of the sink, and assisting 
with household duties. By the same token, she agrees to 
respect his right to keep his apartment "a mess".

8) THE 90-DAY GRACE PERIOD: For the first three months, 
each member of the couple agrees to hold the other 
blameless in the euphoric use of phrases like "Let's move 
in together", "Why don't we start a family?" and using 
archaic terminology like "Let's get married".

9) THE "L" WORD: For the first sixty (60) days, both parties 
agree not to use the phrase "I love you". They may love 
plants, dogs, cats, cars, concerts, or the way a particular 
pair of jeans fits, but not each other. Failure by one party 
to abide by this rule will result in the other party using 
the "G" word... "Gone".

10) GROUNDS FOR TERMINATION: Any of the following will 
be grounds for immediate termination and final dissolution 
of said relationship: 
 A) Infidelity: Running off at any time to console an 
    ex-girl/boyfriend.   
 B) Ending an argument with the sentence 
    "My ex used to do the same thing"   
 C) Suggesting that no matter how kindly that the other 
     member should seek "help" 
 D) Ending any argument with the phrase 
    "My analyst thinks you are..."

11) DECLARATION OF STRENGTH: At the time of breakup, each 
party reserves the right to make the other feel guilty by 
using one or all of the following phrases: "You'll never find 
anybody better"; "Nobody could ever make you happy"; "I'll 
find somebody who can really appreciate me"; "My analyst thinks 
you are..." (appropriate psychosis/neurosis goes here)

12) MISCELLANEOUS: Both parties agree to remain exclusive 
until such time as the relationship appears to be "on the 
rocks". Each party agrees to give the other at least five 
minutes notice before terminating said relationship. At the 
termination of said affair, both parties agree to be mature 
and return compiled socks, sweatshirts, books, record albums, 
door keys, and personal undergarments with all due haste 
through impartial intermediaries. Each party agrees to wait
at least seventy-two (72) hours before engaging in sex with 
any of the other's friends. Both parties agree to refrain 
from slandering the other for a period of at least seven days 
(bedroom performance included), and further consent to use 
one of the following nebulous terms in the description of the 
breakup: "The timing wasn't right."
"He/she wanted more than I could give." "He/she was too 
involved in his/her career." "He/she decided to go back 
to his/her lover/ hometown/therapist."

13) ADDENDUM: After the initial breakup - no matter what - 
both parties agree to give the relationship "one more shot". 

The husband replied, "Yes, dear, but I was in love and didn't notice."

Man: "Is this seat empty?"
Woman: "Yes, and this one will be too if you sit down."

Man: "Your place or mine?"
Woman: "Both. You go to yours and I'll go to mine."

Man: "I'd like to call you. What's your number?"
Woman: "It's in the phone book."
Man: "But I don't know your name."
Woman: "That's in the phone book too."

Man: "So what do you do for a living?"
Woman:"I'm a female impersonator."

Man: "What sign were you born under?"
Woman:"No Parking."

Man: "How do you like your eggs in the morning?"
Woman: "Unfertilized."

Man: "Hey, come on, we're both here at this bar for the same reason"
Woman: "Yeah! Let's pick up some chicks!"

Man: "I'm here to fulfill your every sexual fantasy."
Woman: "You mean you've got both a donkey and a Great Dane?"

Man: "Haven't we met before?"
Woman: "Yes, I'm the receptionist at the V.D. Clinic."

Man: "I know how to please a woman."
Woman: "Then please leave me alone."

Man: "I want to give myself to you."
Woman: "Sorry, I don't accept cheap gifts."

Man: "I can tell that you want me."
Woman: "Ohhhh. You're so right. I want you.....to leave."

Man: "If I could see you naked, I'd die happy."
Woman: "Yeah, but if I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing."

Man: "Hey cutie, how 'bout you and I hitting the hot spots?"
Woman: "Sorry, I don't date outside my species."

Man: "May I see you pretty soon?"
Woman: "Why? Don't you think I'm pretty now?"

Man: "Your body is like a temple."
Woman: "Sorry, there are no services today."

Man: "I'd go through anything for you."
Woman:"Good! Let's start with your bank account."

Man: "I would go to the end of the world for you.
Woman: "Yes, but would you stay there?"

 It's the Spring of 1957 and Bobby goes to pick up his date. He's a pretty hip guy with his own car. When he goes to the front door, the girl's father answers and invites him in.

"Carrie's not ready yet, so why don't you have a seat?" he asks.

"That's cool," says Bobby.

Carrie's father asks Bobby what they're planning to do. Bobby replies politely that they will probably just go to the soda shop or a movie. Carrie's father responds, "Why don't you two go out and screw? I hear all the kids are doing it."

Naturally, this comes as a quite a surprise to Bobby, so he asks Carrie's Dad to repeat it. "Yeah," says Carries father, "Carrie really likes to screw, she'll screw all night if we let her!"

Well, this just made Bobby's eyes light up, and immediately revised his plans for the evening. A few minutes later, Carrie comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt and announces that she's ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation, Bobby escorts his date out the front door.

About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly disheveled Carrie rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her, and screams at her father: "DAMMIT, DADDY! THE TWIST!! IT'S CALLED THE TWIST!!!"

Subject: WHY IT'S GREAT TO BE A GUY

• Phone Conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.

• You know stuff about tanks.

• A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.

• You can open all your own jars.

• Dry cleaners and hair cutters don't rob you blind.

• You can go to the bathroom without a support group.

• You don't have to learn to spell a new last name.

• You can leave the motel bed unmade.

• You can kill your own food.

• You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.

• Wedding plans take care of themselves.

• If someone forgets to invite you to something, he or she can still be
  your friend.

• Your underwear is $10 for a three-pack.

• If you are 34 and single, nobody notices.

• Everything on your face stays its original color.

• You can quietly enjoy a car ride from the passenger's seat.

• Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.

• You don't have to clean your apartment if the meter reader is coming.

• Car mechanics tell you the truth.

• You can quietly watch a game with your buddy for hours without ever thinking: 
  "He must be mad at me."

• Same work, more pay.

• Gray hair and wrinkles only add character.

• Wedding dress - $2,000. Tuxedo rental - 75 bucks.

• You don't mooch off other's desserts.

• You can drop by to see a friend without having to bring a little gift.

• If another guy shows up at the party in the same outfit, you just might
  become lifelong friends.

• Your pals can be trusted never to trap you with "So, notice anything
  different?"

• You are not expected to know the names of more than five colors.

• You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.

• You almost never have strap problems in public.

• You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.

• The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.

• You don't have to shave below your neck.

• At least a few belches are expected and tolerated.

• Your belly usually hides your big hips.

• One wallet and one pair of shoes, one color, all seasons.

• You can "do" your nails with a pocketknife.

• You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.

• Christmas shopping can be accomplished for 25 relatives, on December
  24th,  in 45 minutes.
  

If Men Ruled the Earth

Any fake phone number a girl gave you would automatically
forward your call to her real number. 

Nodding and looking at your watch would be deemed an acceptable
response to "I love you."

Hallmark would make "Sorry, what was your name again?" cards. 
  
When your girlfriend really needed to talk to you during the
game,  she'd appear in a little box in the corner of the screen during a
time-out. 

Breaking up would be a lot easier. A smack to the ass and a "Nice hustle,
you'll get 'em next time" would pretty much do it. 

Birth control would come in ale or lager. 
  
Each year, your raise would be pegged to the fortunes of the NFL 
team of your choice.

The funniest guy in the office would get to be CEO. 
  
"Sorry I'm late, but I got really wasted last night" would be an acceptable
excuse for tardiness. 
  
At the end of the workday, a whistle would blow and you'd jump
out your window and slide down the tail of a brontosaurus and right into 
your car like Fred Flintstone.

It'd be considered harmless fun to gather 30 friends, put on  horned
helmets, and go pillage a nearby town. 

Lifeguards could remove citizens from beaches for violating the 
"public ugliness" ordinance.

Tanks would be far easier to rent. 
  
Garbage would take itself out. 
  
Instead of beer belly, you'd get "beer biceps." 
  
Instead of an expensive engagement ring, you could present your
wife-to-be with a giant foam hand that said, "You're #1!"

Valentine's Day would be moved to February 29th so it would  only
occur in leap years.

On Groundhog Day, if you saw your shadow, you'd get the day off 
to go drinking.

St. Patrick's Day, however, would remain exactly the same.  But it
would be celebrated every month.

Cops would be broadcast live, and you could phone in advice to  the
pursuing cops. Or to the crooks. 

Two words: Ally McNaked.
 
Regis and Kathie Lee would be chained to a cement mixer and 
pushed off the Golden Gate Bridge for the most lucrative pay-per-view event in
world history. 
 
The only show opposite Monday Night Football would be Monday Night
Football from a Different Camera Angle. 

It would be perfectly legal to steal a sports car, as long as you
returned it the following day with a full tank of gas. 

Every man would get four real Get Out of Jail Free  cards per year.
  
When a cop gave you a ticket, every smart-aleck answer you
responded with would actually reduce your fine. As in:
     Cop "You know how fast you were going?" 
     You "All I know is, I was spilling my beer all over the place."
     Cop "Nice one. That's $10 off." 
  
Faucets would run "Hot," "Cold," and "100 proof." 
  
Daisy Duke shorts would never again go out of style. 
  
Telephones would automatically cut off after 30 seconds of 
conversation.

My girlfriend told me I should be more affectionate.  So I got two
girlfriends.

A husband said to his wife, "No, I don't hate your relatives.  In
fact, I like your mother-in-law better than I like mine."

A man said his credit card was stolen but he decided not to
report it because the thief was spending less than his wife did.

First guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!"

Second guy: "You're lucky, mine's still alive."

Determine Your Guyness Quotient

Attention guys, take this simple (and quick) test to rate your Guyness
Quotient.

1. Alien beings from a highly advanced society visit the Earth, and you are the first human they encounter. As a token of intergalactic friendship, they present you with a small but incredibly sophisticated device that is capable of curing all disease, providing an infinite supply of clean energy, wiping out hunger and poverty, and permanently eliminating oppression and violence all over the entire Earth. You decide to:
  A.  Present it to the president of the United States.
  B.  Present it to the secretary general of the United Nations.
  C.  Take it apart.

2. As you grow older, what lost quality of your youthful life do you miss the most?
  A.  Innocence.
  B.  Idealism.
  C.  Cherry bombs.

3. When is it okay to kiss another male?
  A.  When you wish to display simple and pure affection without regard
      for narrow-minded social conventions.
  B.  When he is the pope. (Not on the lips.)
  C.  When he is your brother and you are Al Pacino and this is the only
      really sportsmanlike way to let him know that, for business reasons, 
      you have to have him killed.

4. What about hugging another male?
  A.  If he's your father and at least one of you has a fatal disease.
  B.  If you're performing the Heimlich maneuver. (And even in this case,
      you should repeatedly shout: "I am just dislodging food trapped in
      this male's trachea!  I am not in any way aroused!")
  C.  If you're a professional baseball player and a teammate hits a home
      run to win the World Series, you may hug him provided that:
        (1) He is legally within the basepath,
        (2) Both of you are wearing protective cups, and
        (3) You also pound him fraternally with your fist hard enough to cause
            fractures.

5. Complete this sentence: A funeral is a good time to...
  A.  remember the deceased and console his loved ones.
  B.  reflect upon the fleeting transience of earthly life.
  C.  tell the joke about the guy who has Alzheimer's disease and cancer.

6. In your opinion, the ideal pet is:
  A.  A cat.
  B.  A dog.
  C.  A dog that eats cats.

7. You have been seeing a woman for several years. She's attractive and intelligent, and you always enjoy being with her. One leisurely Sunday afternoon the two of you are taking it easy you're watching a football game; she's reading the papers when she suddenly, out of the clear blue sky, tells you that she thinks she really loves you, but she can no longer bear the uncertainty of not knowing where your relationship is going. She says she's not asking whether you want to get married; only whether you believe that you have some kind of future together. What do you say?
  A.  That you sincerely believe the two of you do have a future, but you
      don't want to rush it.
  B.  That although you also have strong feelings for her, you cannot
      honestly say that you'll be ready anytime soon to make a lasting
      commitment, and you don't want to hurt her by holding out false
      hope.
  C.  That you cannot believe the Jets called a draw play on third and
      seventeen.

8. Okay, so you have decided that you truly love a woman and you want to spend the rest of your life with her sharing the joys and the sorrows, the triumphs and the tragedies, and all the adventures and opportunities that the world has to offer, come what may. How do you tell her?
  A.  You take her to a nice restaurant and tell her after dinner.
  B.  You take her for a walk on a moonlit beach, and you say her name,
      and when she turns to you, with the sea breeze blowing her hair and the
      stars in her eyes, you tell her.
  C.  Tell her what?

9. One weekday morning your wife wakes up feeling ill and asks you to get your three children ready for school. Your first question to her is:
  A.  "Do they need to eat or anything?"
  B.  "They're in school already?"
  C.  "There are three of them?"

10. When is it okay to throw away a set of veteran underwear?
  A.  When it has turned the color of a dead whale and developed new
      holes so large that you're not sure which ones were originally
      intended for your legs.
  B.  When it is down to eight loosely connected underwear molecules and
      has to be handled with tweezers.
  C.  It is never okay to throw away veteran underwear. A real guy checks
      the garbage regularly in case somebody  and we are not naming
      names, but this would be his wife  is quietly trying to discard
      his underwear, which she is frankly jealous of, because the guy
      seems to have a more intimate relationship with it than with her.

11. What, in your opinion, is the most reasonable explanation for the fact that Moses led the Israelites all over the place for forty years before they finally got to the Promised Land?
  A.  He was being tested.
  B.  He wanted them to really appreciate the Promised Land when they
      finally got there.
  C.  He refused to ask directions.

12. What is the human race's single greatest achievement?
  A.  Democracy.
  B.  Religion.
  C.  Remote control.

How To Score: Give yourself one point for every time you picked answer "c." A real guy would score at least 10 on this test. In fact, a real guy would score at least 15, because he would get the special five-point bonus for knowing the joke about the guy who has Alzheimer's disease and cancer.

A man is driving up a steep, narrow mountain road. A woman is driving down the same road. As they pass each other, the woman leans out the window and yells, "PIG".

The man immediately leans out his window and replies, "BITCH!" They each continue on their way, and, as the man rounds the next corner, he slams into a pig in the middle of the road...

If you love something, set it free!
If it comes back, it was and always will be yours.
If it never returns, it was never yours to begin with.
If it just sits in your living room, messes up your stuff,
eats your food, uses your telephone, takes your money,
and never appears to know that you actually
set it free in the first place,
you either married it or gave birth to it.

An elderly man was walking through the French countryside, admiring the beautiful spring day, when over a hedgerow he spotted a young couple making love in a field. Getting over his initial shock he said to himself, "Ah, young love... ze spring time, ze air, ze flowers... C'est magnifique!" and continued to watch, remembering good times.

Suddenly he drew in a gasp and said, "Mais... Sacre bleu! Ze woman - she is dead!" and he hurried along as fast as he could to the town to tell Jean, the police chief. He came, out of breath, to the police station and shouted, "Jean...Jean zere is zis man, zis woman ... naked in farmer Gaston's field making love."

The police chief smiled and said; "Come, come, Henri you are not so old; remember ze young love, ze spring time, ze air, ze flowers? Ah, L'amour! Zis is okay."

"Mais non! You do not understand; ze woman, she is dead!" Hearing this, Jean leapt up from his seat, rushed out of the station, jumped on his bike, pedaled down to the field, confirmed Henri's story, and pedaled all the way back non-stop to call the doctor: "Pierre, Pierre, ... this is Jean, I was in Gaston's field; zere is a young couple naked 'aving sex "

To which Pierre replied,"Jean, I am a man of science. You must remember, it is spring, ze air, ze flowers, Ah, L'amour! Zis is very natural." Jean, still out of breath, grasped in reply, "NON, you do not understand; ze woman, she is dead!"

Hearing this, Pierre exclaimed, "Mon dieu!" grabbed his black medicine bag; stuffed in his thermometer, stethoscope, and other tools; jumped in the car; and drove like a madman down to Gaston's field. After carefully examining the participants he drove calmly back to Henri and Jean, who were waiting at the station. He got there, went inside, smiled patiently, and said, "Ah, mes amis, do not worry. Ze woman, she is not dead, she is British"

The man seemed to be praying with profound intensity and kept repeating, "Why did you have to die? Why did you have to die? Why did you have to die? Why did you have to die?"

The first man approached him and said, "Sir, I don't wish to interfere with your private grief, but this demonstration of pain is more than I've ever seen before. For whom do you mourn so deeply? A child? A parent?"

The mourner took a moment to collect himself, then replied... "My wife's first husband."

By mid morning, he decided he'd better make amends and called home. "What took you so long to answer?"

"I was in bed."

"What were you doing in bed this late?"

"Getting a second opinion."

At the height of the storm an extremely attractive young woman leaps to her feet and exclaims, "I can't take any more of this! No! I won't just sit here, strapped into a seat and die like an animal. If I'm going to die, let it be feeling like a woman.

Who here feels man enough to forget about our doom and make me feel like a woman?"

She sees a hand go up in the rear as a tall, handsome, muscular man rises and starts walking towards her, smiling. As he strides down the aisle he takes off his shirt and she can see rippling abs, bulging biceps, powerful pecs and impressive muscles she can't even name.

He stands before her, shirt in hand and says, "Here, iron this."

Woman:  Good movie, huh?

  Man:  It's "Sid and Nancy" for the nineties, but with
        overtones of Truffaut, set in Guatemala.

Woman:  It's supposed to rain tomorrow.

  Man:  Back in Ohio, where I grew up, it always rains
        like this. 

Woman:  I'm gonna vote for Clinton again.

  Man:  As far as I'm concerned, he's Jimmy Carter
        revisited a la Jack Kemp.

Woman:  Wanna eat here?

  Man:  OK, but it reminds me of a cross between the
        Jungle Room at Graceland and a diner.

Woman:  I can't believe they're playing this song!

  Man:  So what?  This is just the Buzzcocks meet Phil
        Spector in Austin.

Woman:  Everything is an analogy to you!  Don't you
        ever have an original thought?

  Man:  That's what my last girlfriend used to say.

The boy asked his father "What is this Father"

The father responded, "Son I have never seen anything like this in my life. I really don't know what it is!

While the boy and his father were watching wide eyed, an old lady in a wheel chair rolled up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the lady rolled between them into a small room.

The walls closed and the boy and father watched small circles of lights with the numbers above the walls light up

They continued to watch the circles light run in reverse order.

The walls opened up again and a voluptuous 24-year old woman stepped out.

Father then said to his son "Son go get your mother"

The doctor considered this for a moment, then said, "Let me tell you a story. I knew a guy who was an avid hunter. He never missed a season.  But one day went out in a bit of a hurry and he accidentally grabbed his umbrella instead of his gun."

The doctor continued, "So he was in the woods and suddenly a grizzly bear appeared in front of him! He raised up his umbrella, pointed it at the bear and squeezed the handle." "And do you know what happened?" the doctor queried.

Dumbfounded, the old man replied "No."

The doctor continued, "The bear dropped dead in front of him!"

"That's impossible!" exclaimed the old man. "Someone else must have shot that bear."

"That's kind of what I'm getting at..." replied the doctor.

The cow was wonderful. It produced lots of milk all the time, and the people were amazed and very happy. They decided to acquire a bull to mate with the cow and produce more cows like it. Then they would never have to worry about the milk supply again.

They bought a bull and put it in the pasture with their beloved cow. However, whenever the bull came close to the cow, the cow would move away. No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move away from the bull and he could not succeed in his quest.

The people were very upset and decided to ask the rabbi, who was very wise, what to do. They told the rabbi what was happening. "Whenever the bull approaches our cow, she moves away. If he approaches from the back, she moves forward. When he approaches her from the front, she backs off. An approach from the side and she just walks away to the other side."

The rabbi thought about this for a minute and asked, "Did you buy this cow from Minsk?"

The people were dumbfounded, since they had never mentioned where they had gotten the cow. "You are truly a wise rabbi," they said. "How did you know we got the cow from Minsk?"

The rabbi answered sadly, "My wife is from Minsk."

About halfway through the first quarter, Bob notices an empty seat 10 rows off the field, right on the 50 yard line. He decides to take a chance and makes his way through the stadium and around the security guards to the empty seat. As he sits down, he asks the gentleman sitting next to him, "Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?" The man says no.

Now, very excited to be in such a great seat for the game, Bob again inquires of the man next to him, "This is incredible! Who in their right mind would have a seat like this at the SuperBowl and not use it?"

The man replies, "Well, actually, the seat belongs to me, I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Super Bowl we haven't been together at since we got married in 1967."

"Well, that's really sad," says Bob, "but still, couldn't you find someone to take the seat? A relative or close friend?" "No," the man replies, "they're all at the funeral."

 CAN'T WE JUST BE FRIENDS?
 there is no way in hell I'm going to let any
 part of your body touch any part of mine, again

 I JUST NEED SOME SPACE
 without you in it

 DO I LOOK FAT IN THIS DRESS?
 we haven't had a fight in a while

 NO, PIZZA'S FINE
 you cheap slob!

 I JUST DON'T WANT A BOYFRIEND NOW
 I just don't want YOU as a boyfriend now

 I DON'T KNOW; WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?
 I can't believe you have nothing planned

 COME HERE
 my puppy does this too

 I LIKE YOU, BUT
 I don't like you

 OF COURSE I LOVE YOU
 just not in THAT way

 YOU NEVER LISTEN
 you never listen

 WE'RE MOVING TOO QUICKLY
 I'm not going to sleep with you until I find out
 if this guy at the gym has a girlfriend

 I'LL BE READY IN A MINUTE
 I'm ready, but I'm going to make you wait because I know you will

 OH, NO, I'LL PAY FOR MYSELF
 I'm just being nice; there is no way I'm going Dutch

 OH YES!!! RIGHT THERE
 well, near there; I just want to get this over with

 I'M JUST GOING OUT WITH THE GIRLS
 We're gonna get sloppy and make fun of you and your friends

A husband and wife were getting all snugly in bed. The passion was heating up. But all of the sudden, the wife stopped, go up and said "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me."

The husband said "WHAT??" The wife explained that he must not be in tune with her emotional needs. The husband realized that nothing was going to happen so he and he decided that he might as well just deal with it.

The next day the husband said "Let's go Christmas Shopping together." So they went to the most expensive department store in town The husband watched as his wife tried on three very expensive outfits. And then he told his wife. Let’s take all three of them.

Then they went over and picked out matching shoes costing $200 a pair. Afterwards, they went to the jewelry department and picked out a set of diamond earrings.

The wife became very excited (she thought her husband has flipped out, but she wasn’t stopping him). She then went for the tennis bracelet. The husband commented "but you don't even play tennis, but OK if you like it then lets get it."

The wife was jumping up and down so excited that she could not believe what even was going on. Her previously miserly husband was suddenly transformed into a spendthrift.

She said "I am ready to go, lets go to the cash register."

The husband says," no - no - no, honey we're not going to buy all this stuff."

The wife's face went blank; she was utterly confused.

"No honey - I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while." Her face became really red and she was about to explode when her husband said, "You must not be in tune with my financial needs."

Women still remember the first kiss after men have forgotten the last.
        Remy de Gourmant (French writer)

OK, All of you single people out there (myself included) We've heard this question so many times from family and friends, that here are a few good retorts to send back their way.

1. I already have enough LAUNDRY to do, thank you.

2. Because I think it would take all the spontaneity out of dating

3. It gives my mother something to live for

4. It didn't seem worth a blood test.

5. I was hoping to do something meaningful with my life.

6. What? And spoil my great sex life?

7. Nobody would believe me in white.

8. Because I just love hearing this question.

9. (Bonus reply for Single Mothers) Because having a husband and a child would be redundant.

10. Do you know how hard it is to get TWO tickets to Miss Saigon?

11. My co-op board doesn't allow spouses. (A New York Special)

12. I guess it just goes to prove that you can't trust those voodoo doll rituals.

13. I wouldn't want my parents to drop dead from sheer happiness.

The five questions are:
   1 -  "What are you thinking?"
   2 -  "Do you love me?"
   3 -  "Do I look fat?"
   4 -  "Do you think she is prettier than me?"   

What makes these questions so bad is that every one is guaranteed to explode into a major argument and/or divorce if the man does not answer properly, which is to say dishonestly. For example:

1 - "What are you thinking?" The proper answer to this question, of course, is, "I'm sorry if I've been pensive, dear. I was just reflecting on what a warm, wonderful, caring, thoughtful, intelligent, beautiful woman you are and what a lucky guy I am to have met you."

Obviously, this statement bears no resemblance whatsoever to what the guy was really thinking at the time, which was most likely one of five things:
      a -  Baseball
      b -  Football
      c -  How fat you are.
      d -  How much prettier she is than you.
      e -  How he would spend the insurance money if you died. 
 

2 - "Do you love me?" The correct answer to this question is, "Yes. " For those guys who feel the need to be more elaborate, you may answer, Yes, dear. Wrong answers include:
     a -  I suppose so.
     b -  Would it make you feel better if I said yes?
     c -  That depends on what you mean by "love".
     d -  Does it matter?
     e -  I was thinking of how I would spend the insurance money if 
          you died.

3 - "Do I look fat?" The correct male response to this question is to confidently and emphatically state, "No, of course not" and then quickly leave the room.

Wrong answers include:
    a -  I wouldn't call you fat, but I wouldn't call you thin either. 
    b -  Compared to what?
    c -  A little extra weight looks good on you.      
    d -  I've seen fatter.
    e -  Could you repeat the question?  I was thinking about your 
         insurance policy.

4 - "Do you think she's prettier than me?" The "she" in the question could be an ex-girlfriend, a passer-by you were starring at so hard that you almost cause a traffic accident or an actress in a movie you just saw. In any case, the correct response is, "No, you are much prettier."

Wrong answers include:
    a -  Not prettier, just pretty in a different way.
    b -  I don't know how one goes about rating such things. 
    c -  Yes, but I bet you have a better personality.
    d -  Only in the sense that she's younger and thinner.
    e -  Im sorry, what did you say?  I was thinking of how I would 
         spend the insurance money if you died.

"Behind every successful man is a surprised woman."
- Maryon Pearson

"This is the maid.", answered the woman.

"We don't have a maid!"

"I was just hired this morning by the lady of the house."

"Well, this is her husband. Is she there?"

"Ummm...she's upstairs in the bedroom with someone who I just figured was her husband."

The guy is fuming. He says to the maid, "Listen, would you like to make $50,000?"

"What do I have to do?"

"I want you to get my gun from my desk in the den and shoot that witch and the jerk she's with."

The maid puts down the phone. The guy hears footsteps, followed by a couple of gunshots.

The maid comes back to the phone. "What should I do with the bodies?"

"Throw them in the swimming pool!"

"What pool?"

"Uh.. is this 832-4821?"