“Laugh-out-loud Blog”
Rules are the means of a girl’s assessing
which man she likes well enough to break them
for.
Precisely nine months after the young
the couple were married, the wife was refreshed to
the hospital with an urgent call from the staff.
Shortly after her arrival, the doctor comes out of
the delivery room and told the husband he was
the father of a bouncing baby boy.
The new father consulted his watch and
said, “Well, nature is precise. It’s
exactly 7 O’clock.”
Twenty minutes later, the doctor came out
again all smiles.
Congratulations again, he said, “You’re also
the father of a baby girl.”
“Yes, Sir doctor,” came the father’s reply,
“right to the minute.” Then glancing at his watch,
he added, “Well, I guess I’ll go out and have a
drink. There isn’t another one due until 10: 30.”
Her bountiful born heaving in chagrin.
Susan confessed her tearful tidings to her mother.
“Mam,” she said, “I’m pregnant.”
“Ye gods!” screamed her mother. “Who is
the father?”
She wailed. “You never would let me go
steady.”
Sam, the private eye, was giving his
curvesome client a report.
“I trailed your husband into four bars and a
bachelor’s apartment,” he said.
“Aha!” exclaimed the wife. “Go on, go on!
What was he ling there.”
“Well, lady,” Sam responded in an
embarrassed tone. Near as I could make out, he
was trailing you.”
You never know how a girl will turn out
until her folks turn in.
A girl who finds it possible to resist every
attempt made to reduce her should be going out
with stronger men.
R.K. Sharma was a sprightly ninety years
of age when he married Shanta, who was a
resoundingly ripe eighteen-year-old. As they
prepared for bed on their Wedding night,” he
asked her.
“Tell me, sweet child, did your mother till
you the facts of life?”
She blushed furiously from her hairline to
the tips of her toes.
“No,” she swiftly murmured.
“That’s a great pity,” he said, “because I’m
afraid I’ve forgotten them.”