Chapter 482

This one is compliments of John Z

Senior Love...

I was in my back yard trying to launch a kite. I threw the kite up in the air, the wind would catch it for a few seconds, then it would come crashing back down to earth. I tried this a few more times with no success.

All the while, my wife is watching from the kitchen window, muttering to herself how men need to be told how to do everything. She opens the window and yelled to me, “You need a piece of tail.”

I turned with a confused look on my face and said, “Make up your mind. Last night, you told me to go fly a kite.”

This one is compliments of Dom

A Madam, obsessed with the idea of running a cat house of the very highest order, set up a three story home with ex-secretaries on the first floor because they were efficient; ex-models on the second floor for their beauty; and ex-schoolteachers on the third floor because she figured the extra effort of the climb was a perk of wanting to spend time with their intelligence.

After some time the Madam noticed that almost all the play went to the third floor. When she asked one of her steady customers why this, he said,

“Well, you know how those schoolteachers are - they make you do it over and over, until you get it right.”