Max sat at the bar totally dejected. The bartender served him his second drink and said, “What’s wrong pal?”
“I’ll never understand women.” Max said. “The other night my wife threw me a birthday party. She told me that later on, as her gift to me, I could do with her whatever I wanted.”
“Wow!” said the bartender. “But why so unhappy? That sounds like quite a gift to me.”
“Well, ” Max went on, “I thought about it and sent her home to her mother. Now she won’t even speak to me.”
The administration of this particular elementary school decided to start a more inclusive policy on which words were “bad” words. Among those initiated to the category was “suck” (when not referring to the principle of suction).
One day a child came up to the teacher to inform her that one of the other students had said a bad word.
“What was the bad word he said?” asked the teacher.
“I can’t say it.”
“It’s ok to tell me, you won’t get in trouble for it.”
“No, it’s too bad, I don’t want to say it.”
“Well I have to know what he said in order to punish him. Can you tell me what it is without saying it?”
“Well… it rhymes with ‘fuck'”
The night before her wedding, the bride-to-be talked with her mother. “Mom,” she said, “I want you to teach me how to make my new husband happy.”
The mother took a deep breath and began, “When two people love, honor, and respect each other, love can be a very beautiful thing…”
“I know how to screw, mother,” the bride-to-be interrupted. “I want you to teach me your lasagna recipe.”