Lol! I should have known where this would be leading to, yet I followed along anyway, eating one breadcrumb after the other.
Not funny.
Baaaaad!)
According to a particular joke in the Muslim world women are for having babies. Little boys are for sex and a goat is for pure ecstasy.
The professor asked the class of young adults to raise their hands if they have sex more than once a week. Most hands go up.
He then asks for hands of those who only have sex once a month. Less hands.
He asks for a show of hands for those who have sex only once every 6 months and 2 hands flutter.
Not expecting a response, he asked if anyone has sex only once a year.
A young man in the back raises his hand while giggling uncontrollably.
The Professor asked, ‘If you only have sex once a year, why are you so happy?’
The young man said, ‘Because tonight’s the night!’
I apologize ......Iām as straight laced as they come......
....but I needed a laugh today
And this fit the bill.
First time I ever had sex, her mother walked in on us and yelled, “BAAAAAA!”
Funny.. š
I’ve read several plausible *maybe* ghost stories over the years, but one I heard was a real puzzler.
An early middle aged man was much better at making money than finding love, an asocial type, retired very early, then bought himself a house larger than he needed mostly because it was isolated, the scenery was beautiful, and it was inexpensive.
Soon after moving in, he started to feel another presence. After a time, the presence because a pressure, not like an object laying on him, but as if gravity itself has slightly increased. Yet he neither felt nervous nor afraid.
Well over a year later, three things happened, a sort of whisper wafting in his ear, that at first he thought said “I”, but after many times he realized that it was saying “Hi”. Then at almost the same time he realized that the pressure was in the form of a young adult female body lying face down on him, and he got the passing scent of lilacs.
Now he was inspired, so whenever he heard “Hi”, he responded by saying “Name”. After a long pause it replied “Who You”.
A big breakthrough came with exchanging their first names. But then there were days with nothing. Finally, when he was getting frustrated, it asked “You ghost”. He replied “No”. Then he asked “You ghost”. And she replied “No”.
The teller of the story concluded that as months turned to years, the more they communicated the better they got, to the point that in the darkened bedroom at night, they could even briefly and gently touch each other. However, he wanted to end the story there, as he neither wanted the curious, ghost hunters or exorcists to foul up “a good thing”.