06-02-2007, 12:32 AM
(I believe I heard this joke in 3rd grade!)
It's Monday morning. A man gets on a bus to heads for work. He steps to the back of the bus and sits down on the center rear seat. To his left sits this guy who's rubbing his right index finger under his nose and whispering to himself. "Fifi...Fifi...Fifi..."
Thinking nothing of it, the man gets off at his stop, across town, and goes to work.
This same scenario plays out for the next three days.
Friday morning, the man confronts the guy, at the back of the bus.
Man 1: "Excuse me, but why do you rub your finger under your nose, every morning and call out 'Fifi...Fifi..'?"
Man 2: "Well...if you must know...my wife's name is Fifi. And every night, before I go to bed, I stick my finger in my wife's pussy. Then, in the morning, I smell it while I ride on the bus...to remind me of her.
Man 1: "Ahhh... OK, now it get it!"
Next Monday morning, a similar scenario takes place on the bus. The first man, sitting at the back of the bus, rubs his finger under his nose, calling, "Fifi...Fifi...Fifi..."
The second man, gets on the bus, walks to the back and sits down next to the first guy. Taking off his jacket, he rubs the entire length of his right arm, from the elbow to his finger tips underneath his nose and calls out, "Bertha...Bertha...Bertha..."
It's Monday morning. A man gets on a bus to heads for work. He steps to the back of the bus and sits down on the center rear seat. To his left sits this guy who's rubbing his right index finger under his nose and whispering to himself. "Fifi...Fifi...Fifi..."
Thinking nothing of it, the man gets off at his stop, across town, and goes to work.
This same scenario plays out for the next three days.
Friday morning, the man confronts the guy, at the back of the bus.
Man 1: "Excuse me, but why do you rub your finger under your nose, every morning and call out 'Fifi...Fifi..'?"
Man 2: "Well...if you must know...my wife's name is Fifi. And every night, before I go to bed, I stick my finger in my wife's pussy. Then, in the morning, I smell it while I ride on the bus...to remind me of her.
Man 1: "Ahhh... OK, now it get it!"
Next Monday morning, a similar scenario takes place on the bus. The first man, sitting at the back of the bus, rubs his finger under his nose, calling, "Fifi...Fifi...Fifi..."
The second man, gets on the bus, walks to the back and sits down next to the first guy. Taking off his jacket, he rubs the entire length of his right arm, from the elbow to his finger tips underneath his nose and calls out, "Bertha...Bertha...Bertha..."
