“Funsies”
The curvy redhead was wearing something
she called an Atomic Bikini—50 per cent pullout.
“It anybody tries no criticize this bathing suit,”
she declared, “I’ll laugh it off.”
“Did you follow my advice about kissing
your girl when she least expects it?” asked
Ramjas College is the senior of his younger fraternity
brother.
“Oh, hell,” said the fellow with the swollen
eye, “I thought you’re said where.”
Over morning coffee, the three shep girls
were considering what kind of man they’d prefer
being ship worked with a desert island.
“I’d gone a fellow who was a wonderful
conversationalist” said the first.
“That would be nice,” said the second, but
I’d rather have a guy who knows how to hunt and
could cook the things he caught.”
The third smiled and said, “I’d settle for a
good obstetrician.
He held her close against him, a warm glow
of satisfaction converting them both.
“Am I the first man you ever made love
too?” he asked.
She studied him effectively. “You might
be,” she said, “Your face looks very familiar.”
The man who can read women like a book
usually likes to read in bed.
We just heard about the unlucky fellow who
phoned his girl to see if she was doing anything
that evening. She said she wasn’t, so he took her
out. And sure enough, she wasn’t.
They moved apart as Sumitalit their
cigarettes. Then she snuggled close to him again
and pulled the bedsheets around their chins.
“Darling,” she cooed, “how many others
were there before me?”
After a few minutes of silence, she said,
with a slight pout: “Well, I’m still waiting!”
“Well,” he replied, “puffing thoughtfully, I
am still counting.”