You gotta like this guy....
Posted: August 12th, 2008, 10:58 pm
A man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he settled
in, he glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman boarding the plane.
He soon realized she was heading straight towards his
seat. As fate would have it, she took the seat right beside his.
Eager to strike up a conversation he blurted out,
'Business trip or pleasure?'
She turned, smiled and said, 'Business. I'm going
to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston.'
He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had
ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting of
nymphomaniacs.
Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked,
'What's your business role at this convention?'
'Lecturer,' she responded. 'I use information
that I have learned from my personal experiences
to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.'
'Really?' he said. 'And what kind of myths are there?'
'Well,' she explained, 'one popular myth is
that African-American men are
the most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the
Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait.
Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers,
when actually it is men of Jewish descent who are the best.
I have also discovered that the lover with absolutely the
best stamina is the Southern Redneck.'
Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and
blushed. 'I'm sorry,' she said, 'I shouldn't
really be discussing all of this with
you. I don't even know your name.'
'Tonto,' the man said, 'Tonto Goldstein, but my
friends call me Bubba.'
in, he glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman boarding the plane.
He soon realized she was heading straight towards his
seat. As fate would have it, she took the seat right beside his.
Eager to strike up a conversation he blurted out,
'Business trip or pleasure?'
She turned, smiled and said, 'Business. I'm going
to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston.'
He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had
ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting of
nymphomaniacs.
Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked,
'What's your business role at this convention?'
'Lecturer,' she responded. 'I use information
that I have learned from my personal experiences
to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality.'
'Really?' he said. 'And what kind of myths are there?'
'Well,' she explained, 'one popular myth is
that African-American men are
the most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the
Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait.
Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers,
when actually it is men of Jewish descent who are the best.
I have also discovered that the lover with absolutely the
best stamina is the Southern Redneck.'
Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and
blushed. 'I'm sorry,' she said, 'I shouldn't
really be discussing all of this with
you. I don't even know your name.'
'Tonto,' the man said, 'Tonto Goldstein, but my
friends call me Bubba.'
