Subj : Metric Dozen
To   : Mike Powell
From : George Pope
Date : Mon Mar 10 2025 06:22:32

>> Please do comment as to which you loved & which you hated. . .
> ...snip...
>> "Duuude! I get it -- May-December romances are wonderful for December,
> because
>> May is young, fresh, like spring, but what do YOU get out of December?"
>> "Christmas!" Jake said, with a cheeky, knowing, grin.
> This one was my favorite.  The one caveat is that, once you get to the age
> where you yourself are getting nearer December, it will go from being
> "Christmas!" to a Christmas where you get socks.  ;)

BTW, you omitted a newly posted/included joke in your reply. . .

It has been observed that the problem with Viagra is the women you're now  capable of boinking & have a shot at, are a waste of whatever the damned pill   costs!

There needs to be a geriaphilic prostitute who carries her own supply of  Viagra, and to keep the duffers feeling "cool" she sells them as Ecstacy.

old man: whaaaa?
Her: oh, that's a sometime side effect of X. . . don't worry about it, let me  help you out there. . .
OM: SHAZAAAAMMMM!!!!

Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return her Father  cursed her heavily.

'Where have ye been all this time, child? Why did ye not write to us, not even 
a line? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old Mother  through?'

The girl, crying, replied, Dad... I became a prostitute.'

'Ye what!? Get out a here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to 
this Catholic family.'

'OK, Dad... as ye wish. I only came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, 
title deed to a ten bedroom mansion, plus a 5 million savings certificate. For  me little brother, this gold Rolex. And for ye Daddy, the sparkling new  Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club ... (takes a breath) ... and an invitation for ye all to spend New Year's Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera.'

'What was it ye said ye had become?' says Dad.

Girl, crying again, 'A prostitute, Daddy!.'

'Oh! My Goodness! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a 
Protestant! Come here and give yer old Dad a hug !!!

Meanwhile, in Mnew Jersey:

"Dad! I just whored myself and last night I made $1200 and 25 cents!"

"What cheap sunnavabish gave you a quarter?!"

"THEY AALLLLLLLL DID!"

--- BBBS/Li6 v4.10 Toy-7
 * Origin: The Rusty MailBox - Penticton, BC Canada (1:153/757)

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