“The Laughter Challenge”
“Oh, I had a wonderful time,” closed the
coed to her sorority sister. “Everybody said that
Sunny and I were the cutest couple on the floor.”
“I thought you said you weren’t going to
the Senior Dance,” Puzzled her friend.
“We didn’t,” said she, smiling. “Sunny took
me to a pyjama party.”
Vinay and Sunny, Monika sat in the witness
chair, the beautiful but empty-headed blonde had
gotten herself named corespondent in a divorce
case and was presently being questioned in
court.
“So, Miss Monika,” the lawyer intoned,
“You admit that you went to a hotel with this
man?”
“Yes, I do, but I couldn’t help it.”
“Couldn’t help it? Why not?”
“He deceived me.”
“And how did he do that?”
“Well, Monika said earnestly; he told the
clerk at the reception desk that I was his wife.”
After two years in the New York
headquarters of a large advertising agency, the
stunning steno was transferred to the company’s
Chicago office. The morning she reported to her
new desk, her boss invited her into his office
and said, friendly like, “I hope you’ll be happy
working with us, Miss Mamta. We’ll expect
about the same of you here as you’ve been
accustomed to in New York.”
“Yes, Sir,” said the efficiently, “that’s what
I’d anticipated. Do you mind if I hang my blouse
over this chair?”
“Moona,” said the agent, I want you should
meet Rani, a sensational new stripper. I have just
discovered, She will be a knockout as the
feature in your club.”
Moona looked the shapely quiet up and
down, removed the cigar from his mouth, and
said, “Well, don’t just stand there, Sweetheart.
Undo something.”
“My goodness, My Sunny,” purred the
pretty young thing, “I’ve never met a landlord
quite like you before. I wonder If I could pay a
few month’s rent in advance?”
“I just examined Monika Bedi,” said the bug
eyed doctor at the Bollywood film studio.
“And how is she?” his fellow physician
wanted to know.
“My only wish is that the whole world
should be in such good shape.”
Sometimes a girl can attract a man through her
mind, but more often, she can attract him through what
she doesn’t mind.
The mother took her young daughter to a
psychiatrist and explained to the head shrinker
that the girl thought she was a chicken. The
doctor soothed her, observing that an overactive
imagination is not uncommon in children and
asked how long the girl had suffered from the
delusion.
“Almost two years,” said the mother.
“Your daughter has imagined she is a
chicken for nearly two years? the psychiatrist
exclaimed. “Why have you waited so long before
bringing her in?”
The woman looked more embarrassed than
confessed: “We needed the eggs, doctor.”