You know, you're probably right. Me alone. So I might as well "lighten up, Francis," stop swimming against the tide and join right in and get with the program. I'm not quite ready to be queer, so I hope I'm not yet "alone" in my heterosexuality. But since being the only one is such a prob, and I'm the only one constrained by an archaic, Puritanical, Victorian, obsolete morality, I'll just give in and play the game. So let's take this thread right on in the gutter, shall we? I used to write jokes for a living. So hell, why not? I'll pitch a few:
To start things off, here's a list of related threads.In case you didn't know or don't get it, writing dirty jokes is no challenge. It's easy. It takes no skill, no intelligence or wit, and they never fail to bring a coarse, cheap, leering, lecherous laugh.Hey, if semen hormones improve mood, the Oval Office sink must be euphoric! Badabing!
And that explains it. No wonder Monica's parents always said, after she kissed them hello, that they felt happy to see her. Badaboom!
A pharmacist walks into the drugstore one morning to find his partner behind the counter jacking off into some orange bottles. "What are you doing!?" he cried. "Just filling a couple of antidepressant prescriptions," he replied. Badabang!
A woman walks into a grocery store with gobs of white goo dripping from her face. A distressed clerk rushed over to her and asked, "Ma'am, can I get you something to wipe off your face with?" "No thanks," she replied, "My doctor is treating me for PMS." Badaboof!
Now we know why they call homosexuals "gay." Their happy assholes. Badayuck!
I'm very proud of FR right now, and even prouder every time this gets bumped into the "latest posts" list. < /sarcasm >