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A man was talking to his son, who was about to graduate from high school. “Do you want to go to college?”

“No,” the boy replied, ‘I want to be a pizza delivery guy or a plumber.”

His dad yelped, “Stop watching porn, son!”

A 93-year-old man met a 79-year-old woman at the senior center, and they ended up in bed. Three days later he noticed that his dick was developing a drip, so he decided to have a checkup.

“Have you recently engaged in sex?” the doctor inquired.

“As a matter of fact I have,” the 93-year-old proudly replied.

“Do you know where your partner is right now?” the doctor prodded.

“Yes, I do,” the geezer told him, “but why do you wanna know?”

“Because you’d better get over there,” the doctor advised. “You’re about to come!”

Question: What do tofu and a dildo have in common?

Answer: Both are excellent meat substitutes.

While  being evaluated at a mental asylum, a new patient asked a psychiatrist, “How do you determine if a person needs to be institutionalized?”

The shrink responded, “First we fill up a bathtub and offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket. Then we ask the patient to empty the bathtub.”

“I guess I won’t be here very long,” the new patient smugly remarked. “A normal person would use the bucket because it’s bigger than the spoon or cup.”

The psychiatrist just smiled and said, “You’re wrong. A normal person would pull the plug. So do you want a bed near the window?”

A man in his 40s and a younger woman were having a romantic dinner in an upscale restaurant. They were gazing lovingly at each other and holding hands. While taking an order at another table, the waitress noticed the woman slowly sliding down her chair, but the man didn’t seem to notice. He was staring straight ahead in a daze.

The waitress watched as the woman slid out of sight beneath the table. Thinking this behavior a bit risqué and worried that it might offend other diners, the waitress went over to the lovebirds’ table. “Pardon me, sir,” she said, “but I think your wife just slid under the table.”

The man calmly looked up at her and muttered, “No, she didn’t. My wife just walked in.”

A sexually active woman told her plastic surgeon that she wanted her vaginal lips reduced in size because they were too loose and floppy. Out of embarrassment, she insisted that the procedure be kept a secret, and the surgeon agreed.

After the operation the woman awoke from the anesthesia and found three roses carefully placed beside her on the bed. Outraged, she summoned the surgeon. “I thought I told you not to tell anyone about my surgery!” she snapped. “Where did these roses come from?!”

The doctor said that he had carried out her wish for confidentiality and that the first rose was from him. “I felt sad,” he explained, “because you went through all this by yourself. The second rose was from my nurse. She assisted me and empathized because she had the same procedure done some time ago.”

“And the third rose?” the woman asked.

“That’s from a patient upstairs in the burn unit,” the surgeon replied. “He wanted to thank you for his new ears.”

As  Professor Anderson was wrapping up class, he reminded his students about their final exam. “There will be no excuses for not showing up tomorrow,” he sternly warned, “barring a serious medical condition or the death of a family member.”

A smartass male student stood up and asked, “What about extreme sexual exhaustion?”

The entire class burst into laughter.

Once the laughter subsided, Professor Anderson glared at the student and bellowed, “That’s not an excuse! You can use your other hand to write.”

Bret went into a pharmacy to buy condoms. The pharmacist told the young man, “They come in packs of three, nine or 12. How many will you be needing?”

“Well,” Bret replied, “I’ve been seeing this girl for a little while now, and she’s really hot. I think tonight’s the night. We’re having dinner with her folks, and then we’re going out. I’ve got a feeling I’m gonna get lucky before I take her home.”

“I don’t have all day,” the pharmacist fumed.

“Okay, you’d better give me the 12-pack,” Bret said. “Once this girl’s had me, she’ll want it all the time.” He paid for the condoms and took off.

Later that evening Bret sat down to dinner with his girlfriend and her parents. He immediately asked if he might give the blessing, and they agreed. He began reciting a prayer and continued it for several minutes.

His girlfriend leaned over and whispered, “You never told me you were such a religious person.”

Bret whispered back, “You never told me your dad was a pharmacist.”

A  priest kept chickens at this village. One evening a cock went missing. At a mass prayer gathering, the priest asked, “Who has a cock?”

All the men stood up.

“I’m sorry,” the priest said. “I meant who has seen  a cock?”

All the women stood up.

“No, no, no!” the priest snapped. “Who has seen a cock that isn’t theirs?”

Half the women stood up.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” the exasperated priest cried out. “Who has seen my cock?!”

All the nuns stood up.

Question: So what are blowjobs good for?

Answer: Population control.

 An old lady had an appointment with a psychiatrist. She sat down and said, “Doctor, I think I might be a nymphomaniac. Can you help me?”

“Yes, I can,” the shrink assured her. “But it will cost you $150 an hour.”

The biddy frowned, then asked, “How much for the whole night?”

Question: What do nail polish and panties have in common?

Answer: They both come off with alcohol.

 A married man asked his best friend, “If I slept with your wife and got her pregnant, would that make the two of us relatives?”

“No,” the friend snorted, “but it would make us even.”

 Two geezers, lifelong bachelors Sam and Gerard, were sitting on a park bench. As they were shooting the shit, several sexy female joggers passed by.

They got Sam’s attention. “So how’s your sex life these days?” he asked.

“Nothing special,” Gerard admitted. “I’m having what’s known as Social Security sex.”

“Social Security sex?” Sam repeated, confused. “What the hell is that?!”

“You know,” Gerard explained. “I get a little each month, but not enough to live on.”

Senior citizens Jerry and Frida were engaging in oral sex.

“I can’t stay down here much longer,” Jerry muttered. “Your pussy stinks.”

“It’s my arthritis,” Frida said.

“Arthritis in your pussy?!” Jerry bellowed.

“No!” Frida yelled back. “The arthritis is in my shoulder. I can’t wipe my ass.”

Late one night a police officer was patrolling a desolate area popular with young couples doing more than just sitting in the dark. Catching his attention was a couple in a car with the interior light on. Moving closer, the cop could see a young man behind the steering wheel reading a newspaper. In the backseat a young blonde was knitting.

The lawman walked up to the vehicle and knocked on the driver-side window. The startled lad rolled it down and said, “Yes, Officer?”

“What are you doing?” the cop asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” the young man replied. “I’m reading today’s newspaper.”

Pointing to the blonde in the backseat, the policeman grunted, “And what’s she doing?”

“I believe she’s knitting a sweater,” the guy behind the wheel responded.

“How old are you?” the cop inquired.

“I’m 22, Officer.”

“And the girl—how old is she?”

The dude in the driver’s seat looked at his watch and said, “She’ll turn 18 in ten minutes.”

A man approached a gorgeous woman in a bar with the line, “Do you want to hear a joke about my johnson? Never mind. It’s too long.”

“Do you want to hear one about my pussy?” the woman retorted. “Never mind. You’ll never get it.”

A woman pregnant with triplets was caught in the crossfire at a bank robbery and shot three times in her belly. Saying it was too risky to operate, the doctor chose not to remove the bullets.

Sixteen years later one of the girl triplets went crying to her mother. “What’s wrong?” the mom asked.

“I was peeing, and a bullet came out,” the girl explained. So her mother told her what had happened 16 years earlier.

The next day the same thing happened with the other girl triplet, and the mom repeated the story about the bank robbery.

Later that evening the boy triplet went crying to his mother. “Let me guess,” she remarked. “You were peeing, and a bullet came out.”

“I wasn’t peeing,” the boy admitted. “I was jacking off, and I shot the dog!”

A young couple took their six-year-old son to the doctor. With some hesitation they explained that although their little angel appeared to be in good health, they were concerned about his rather small penis.

After examining the boy, the doctor confidently declared, “Just feed him pancakes. That should solve the problem.”

The next morning, when the tyke sat down for breakfast, there was a huge stack of pancakes on the kitchen table. “Gee, Mommy, are these all for me?” the boy asked.

“Just take two,” his mother instructed. “The rest are for your father.”

Question:  Do you know why they say that eating oysters will improve a man’s sex life?

Answer: Women know that if a man will eat oysters, he’ll eat anything.

 A very old woman named Agnes was walking through the park one afternoon when she heard a voice croak, “Pick me up. Pick me up.” She looked around and saw a frog squatting near her feet.

“Why should I pick you up?” Agnes asked. “You’re a frog.”

“That’s true,” the frog admitted, “but if you pick me up and kiss me, I’ll turn into a young, handsome prince who’s always ready for sex.”

Agnes gave it some thought, then picked up the frog and stuffed it in her purse. “Aren’t you going to kiss me so I can turn into a young, handsome prince and make passionate love to you?” the frog asked.

“Nope!” Agnes snorted. “At my age I’d rather have a talking frog.”

Question:  What do you call a teenage boy who says he doesn’t masturbate?

Answer: A liar.

A nurse, worn out after her night shift at a hospital emergency room, walked into a bank. Needing some cash,  she pulled a rectal thermometer out of her purse and began to write a check with it. When she realized what was in her hand, she looked at the flabbergasted teller. Without missing a beat, the nurse exclaimed, “Well, that’s just great. Some asshole’s got my pen!”

Kim and her blond friend Rhonda were having lunch when Kim said, “You don’t look very well today.”

“I’ve got a bit of a sore throat,” Rhonda disclosed, “and it hurts like hell.”

“I know a brilliant remedy!” Kim exclaimed. “Every time I get a sore throat, I give my husband a really good blowjob, and the next day I’m right as rain.”

“Hmm, thanks,” Rhonda sighed.

When the girls met up the following day, Kim asked, “Are you better today?”

“I’m fine!” Rhonda raved. “Your remedy worked great. Your husband loved the blowjob and couldn’t believe it was your idea!”

Simon was almost 70 and unable to perform sexually. For several months he went to his doctor, who tried a few things, but none worked. As a last resort, the M.D. referred Simon to an African witch doctor.

“I can cure your problem,” the witch doctor assured him. He threw some white powder into a flame, and there was a flash and billowing smoke. Then he warned, “This is powerful healing, but you can only use it once a year. Just say ‘1-2-3,’ and your penis will arise for as long as you wish.”

“What should I do when I don’t want to continue?” Simon wondered.

“When your partner can take no more and is completely satisfied,” the witch doctor replied, “all she has to do is say ‘1-2-3,’ and your penis will wither, but it will not rise again for one full year.”

Simon rushed home, anxious as all get-out to finally fuck again. He showered, shaved and smothered himself in cologne. Then he slid into bed, cuddled up to his wife and said, “1-2-3.”

 Suddenly, just as the witch doctor promised, Simon was sporting the biggest boner of his life. As it nudged his wife’s backside, she moaned, “Why did you say 1-2-3?”

Question:  What’s the difference between a guy buying a lottery ticket and arguing with his wife?

Answer: He might have a chance of winning the lottery.

A grandmother telephoned the hospital and asked, “May I speak to someone who can tell me how a patient is doing?”

“I’ll be glad to help,” the switchboard operator

chirped. “What is the patient’s name and room number?”

“Norma Lindsay, Room 659,” the granny provided.

The operator said, “Let me put you on hold while I check with the nurses’ station on that floor.” A few minutes later she was back on the line. “I have good news, ma’am. Nor ma’s nurse said she’s doing well. Her vital signs are good, her bloodwork came back normal, and her doctor said she should be discharged tomorrow.”

The grandmother gasped, “What a relief! I was worried about her. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” the operator said. “By the way, is Norma your daughter?”

“No, she’s not! I’m  Norma Findlay in Room 659. Nobody tells me shit up here!”

Emma  walked into a tattoo parlor and asked the artist, “Do you do custom work?”

“Of course,” the brawny dude replied.

“Great!” Emma exclaimed. “I’d like a portrait of Brad Pitt inside my right thigh and a portrait of Matt Damon inside my left thigh.”

“No problem,” the tattooist said. “Strip from the waist down and get on the table.”

After hours of hard work, Emma sat up and looked at the tattoos straddling her hairy pussy. “They don’t look like Brad Pitt and Matt Damon,” she complained.

“Oh, yes, they do,” the tattooist insisted, and I can prove it. Let’s get an impartial observer to check.” With that he ran out the door and grabbed the first person who passed by—the town drunk, as it turned out.

When they returned, Emma spread her legs for the tipsy stranger and asked, “Do you know who these men are?”

The boozer examined the tattoos for several minutes, then muttered, “I’m not sure who the guys on either side are, but the fella in the middle is definitely Willie Nelson.”

Question:  What’s the difference between love and herpes?

Answer: Love doesn’t last forever.

A farmer drove to a neighbor’s farmhouse and knocked on the door. When a young boy opened it, the farmer asked, “Tim, is your father home?”

“No, sir.” Tim replied. “He went to town.”

“Well, then, is your mother around?” the farmer inquired.

“No, sir,” Tim answered. “She’s with Dad.”

“How about your brother “No, sir,” Tim responded. “I don’t know where he is.”

The flustered farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself.

“Is there something I can do for you?” Tim suggested. “I know where all the tools are if you want to borrow one, or I can give Dad a message.”

“Good idea,” the farmer remarked. “Tell him it’s about Howard getting my daughter pregnant.”

“Oh, you’ll have to talk to my dad about that ,” Tim said. “I know he charges $500 for the bull and $200 for the hog, but I don’t know how much he charges for Howard!”