A couple in their late 60s went into the doctor’s office. He said, “What can I do for you?” The man said, “Will you watch us have intercourse?” The doctor was puzzled, but agreed. When the couple had finished, the doctor said, “There is nothing wrong with the way you have intercourse.” He charged them $50.00, and they left.
This happened several weeks in a row. The couple would make an appointment, have intercourse, pay the doctor the $50, and leave.
Finally, the doctor said, “What exactly are you trying to find out?” The man said, “Oh, we’re not trying to find anything out. She’s married, so we can’t do it at her house. I’m married, so we can’t do it at my house. The big hotel downtown charges $100 for a room, and the fancy one by the airport wants $125. We do it here for $50, and qualify for a $45 rebate from the Government Health Plan.
When my prayers were early said
Who tucked me in my widdle bed
And spanked my ass till it was red?
Who lifted me from my cosy cot
And set me on an ice cold pot
And made me pee if I could or not?
And when the morning light had come
And in my crib I dribbled some
Who wiped my tiny little bum?
Who did my hair so neatly part
And pressed me gently to her heart
And sometimes squeezed me till I’d fart?
Dear Mom and Dad:
It has been a couple of months since I left for college. I have been remiss in writing, and I am very sorry for my thoughtlessness. I will bring you up to date now, but before you read on, please sit down. Okay?
Well then, I am getting along pretty well now. The skull fracture and concussion i got when I jumped out of the window of my dormitory when it caught fire shortly after my arrival are pretty well healed. I only spent two weeks in the hospital. I can see almost normally now, and only get those sick headaches once a day.
Fortunately, the fire and my jump were witnessed by the attendant at the gas station near my dorm. He was the one who called the Fire Dept. and ambulance. He also visited me at the hospital, and since I had nowhere to live, he was kind enough to invite me to share his apartment. It’s really just a basement room, but it’s kind of cute. He is a fine boy. We have fallen deeply in love, and are planning on getting married. We have not set an exact date yet, but it will be before my pregnancy begins to show.
I know how much you are looking forward to being grandparents, and will love taking care of the baby as I continue my schooling. The reason for the delay in our marriage is that my boyfriend had some minor infection which prevents us from passing our premarital blood test, and I carelessly caught it from him. It will clear up soon with the daily penicillin injections I am taking.
I know you will welcome him into our family with open arms. He is kind, and although not well educated, he is ambitious. He is of a different religion from ours, and I know your oft-expressed tolerance will not permit you to be bothered by the fact that his skin is a little darker than ours.
His family background is good too. I am told that his father is an important gun-bearer in the village in Africa from which he comes.
Now that I have brought you up-to-date, I want to tell you that there was no dormitory fire. I did not have a skull fracture or concussion. I was not in hospital. I am not pregnant. I am not engaged. I do not have syphilis, and there is no “schvartze” in my life. However, I did get an F in History, and an F in Science – and I wanted you to see these marks in proper perspective.
Your loving daughter,