Monthly Archives: December 2019

A widower married a widow.

On the first night he reached over, took her hand and they fell asleep.

The second night he reached over and took her hand, again they fell asleep.

The third night he reached for her hand, and she said, “Not tonight dear, I have
a headache.”

A man called his doctor and said, “Doc, you gotta come over here quick! You see when my wife got out of the shower and bent over to pick up her towel, a mouse ran straight up her twat!”

The doctor said, “Okay, keep calm and hold a piece of cheese just outside of her vagina until I get over there.”

The doctor hung up the phone and drove over to the patient’s house. Upon his arrival, he went inside to see the man holding a big fish up to her twat instead of cheese. The doctor said, “What do you think you’re doing? I said a piece of cheese!”

The man explained, “I did what you said, and it almost worked, but when the mouse started to come out, the cat chased it right back up her snatch!”

If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will entertain you.

Overview: I had to take my son’s lizard to the vet. Here’s what happened:

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was “something wrong” with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.

“He’s just lying there looking sick,” he told me. “I’m serious, Dad. Can you help?’

I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.

“Honey,” I called, “come look at the lizard!’

“Oh, my gosh!” my wife exclaimed. “She’s having babies.”

“What?” my son demanded. “But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!’

I was equally outraged.

“Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn’t want them to reproduce,” I said accusingly to my wife.

“Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?” she inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically!)

“No, but you were supposed to get two boys!” I reminded her, (In my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).

“Yeah, Bert and Ernie!” my son agreed.

“Well, it’s just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know,” she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!).

By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.

“Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience,” I announced. “We’re about to witness the miracle of birth.”

“Oh, gross!” they shrieked.

“Well, isn’t THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little lizard babies?” my wife wanted to know.

We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.

“We don’t appear to be making much progress,” I noted.

“It’s breech,” my wife whispered, horrified.

“Do something, Dad!” my son urged.

“Okay, okay.” Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.

“Should I call 911?” my eldest daughter wanted to know.

“Maybe they could talk us through the trauma.” (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)

“Let’s get Ernie to the vet,” I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap.

“Breathe, Ernie, breathe,” he urged.

“I don’t think lizards do Lamaze,” his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for G~d’s sake.).

The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.

“What do you think, Doc, a C-section?” I suggested scientifically.

“Oh, very interesting,” he murmured. “Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?’

I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.

“Is Ernie going to be okay?” my wife asked.

“Oh, perfectly,” the vet assured us. “This lizard is not in labor. In fact, that isn’t EVER going to happen… Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um… um… masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back.” He blushed, glancing at my wife.

We were silent, absorbing this.

“So, Ernie’s just… just… excited,” my wife offered.

“Exactly,” the vet replied, relieved that we understood.

More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.

“What’s so funny?” I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.

Tears were now running down her face. “It’s just that… I’m picturing you pulling on its… its…teeny little…” She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.

“That’s enough,” I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.

“I know Ernie’s really thankful for what you did, Dad,” he told me.

“Oh, you have NO idea,” my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.

Two lizards: $140.

One cage: $ 50.

Trip to the vet: $30.

Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard’s winkie: Priceless!

Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class. Lizards lay eggs!

A blonde went to her doctor and explained to him, “I need bigger birth control pills.”

The surprised doctor remarked, “You mean stronger?”

“No. Bigger, please,” insisted the blonde.

“I’ll see what I can do,” replied the doctor, “but why bigger?”

“Because the ones you prescribed me keep falling out.”

Why is Santa’s parking always free?

It’s on the house.

Did you know that Santa is epileptic?

He seizures when you’re sleeping.

Why is Santa so jolly?

He knows where all the naughty girls live.

― The Oldest Rater

A woman was angry. Her husband was coming home late again, so she left a note saying “I’ve had enough and have left you. Don’t bother coming after me.” Then she hid underneath the bed to watch his reaction.

Soon the husband came home. She heard him in the kitchen before he came to the bedroom. She saw him walk up to the dresser and pick up the note.

He stopped for a minute. Grabbed a pen, wrote something down on the note. He picked up the phone and called someone saying “She’s finally gone. Yeah I know, about bloody time. I’m coming to see you. Put on that sexy French nightie I like. I love you and I cannot wait to see you. We’ll do all the naughty things you like.”

He hung up the phone, grabbed his keys, and walked out the door.

She heard the car drive off as she held back tears and came out from underneath the bed. She seethed with rage and grabbed the note to see what he wrote: “I can see your feet. We’re outta bread: be back in 5 mins.”

A fundamentalist Baptist minister gave in to temptation and propositioned the choir director after practice one night when no one else was left in the church.

Also giving in to her temptation, the choir director eagerly asked, “Where should we do it?”

“Right here on the floor!” panted the Reverend.

“But the bare floor is so cold,” she lamented. “How about standing up?”

“Good lord, girl! Have you taken leave of your senses?” shouted the minister. “What if someone happened to come in? They’d think we were dancing!”