This joke is for all of you that might have been hoping for a boy…

After the birth of his daughter, Mr. Abram was brooding in the waiting room. Noticing his gloom, the obstetrician said, “Excuse me, Bill, why the long face?” Mr. Abram looked up, “To tell ya the truth, Doc, I didn’t really want a daughter. I was hoping for a kid who had, ya know… a penis.” The doctor patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Bill. In eighteen years, she’ll have as many as she wants!”

The godfather was dying. He summonded one of his godsons and said softly, “Mikey, before I go, I gotta ask one favor.” “Yes, godfather, anything. I worship you.” The old man’s eyes narrowed. “I want you to go to my bathroom and masturbate.” The lad looked around uneasily. “I dunno, boss. That’s kinda embarassing. ” “Who raised you as if you were my own? This one thing you can’t do for me?” The young man realized his error and agreed to the request. When he returned, the old man said, “One more request?” “Sure, godfather. Anything.” “Do it again!” “What? I just did it.” “Who gave you money, clothes, girls, huh? And you can’t do this one little thing for me?” Again he agreed and was soon back. “Okay, I’m done.” “One last request. Do it once more.” “I don’t understand, godfather. Why?” “What? You can’t grant a dying man his last wish?” The boy was gone a long while this time, but eventually he staggered back to the bedside. “I did it but, please, no more. I got nothing left.” “Good!” said the old man, handing him his car keys. “Now go pick up my daughter at the airport!”

Mrs. Darnelle noticed the beautiful locket hanging around Mrs. Lewellen’s neck. She asked, “Mrs. Lewellen, does your locket carry a memento?” “Yes, indeed,” answered Mrs. Lewellen, “a lock of my William’s hair.” Mrs. Darnelle looked surprised. “But your husband is still alive.” “That he is, but his hair is long gone!”

A man’s wife rushed to the hospital unexpectedly, and asked her husband to bring her some items from home including “comfortable underwear.” Worried he’d make the wrong choice, he asked, “But how will I know which ones are comfortable? ” She answered, “Hold them up and imagine me in them. If you smile, put ‘em back!”

An elderly couple, still very loving after all these years, was shocked when the woman’s doctor said she had a heart condition that could kill her at any time. She had to avoid stress, eat right, and never have sex again, or the strain might kill her. They reluctantly tried to live by those rules but over time both got really horny, so the husband decided to sleep on the downstairs couch to prevent temptation. For a few weeks, this arrangement worked, until one night about 1 a.m. when they met each other on the stairs–she coming down, he heading up. “Honey, I have to confess,” she said, her voice quavering. “I was about to commit suicide.” “Glad to hear that, sweetie,” he answered, “because I was just coming up to kill you!”

John woke up with an enormous erection so he reached over to his wife’s side of the bed but Heather was already downstairs fixing breakfast. Afraid that he might spoil things by getting up, John wrote this note, called their son, and asked him to take it to Mommy: “The tent pole is up / The canvas is spread / The hell with breakfast / come back to bed.” Heather replied with a note of her own: “Take the tent pole down / Put the canvas away / The monkey had a hemorrhage / No circus today.” John scribbled a quick reply: “The tent pole’s still up / And the canvas still spread, / Drop what you’re doing / And give me some head.” Heather’s response? “‘Tho your pole may be / The best in the land / I’m too busy now / So do it by hand!”

Carol and Bambi volunteered to help side a house for Habitat for Humanity. Bambi, the blonde, noticed that Carol, the brunette, occasionally tossed a nail over her shoulder instead of driving it. “Why are you throwing away nails, Carol?” Carol explained, “Because some of them have the head on the wrong end.” Bambi replied, “Maybe they’re for the other side of the house!”

Little Johnny was clearly upset. His father asked him what was wrong and Little Johnny said, “Mommy eats birds!” His father was dumbfounded. “What are you talking about? Mommy doesn’t eat birds!” Little Johnny replied, “Yes, she does. Last night, on my way to the bathroom, I heard noises coming from your bedroom and when I listened at your door, I clearly heard Mommy say, ‘Should I swallow it or let it fly?!’ “

Larry went to his urologist for his exam but was surprised to learn his doctor had a new partner, a gorgeous female urologist. She explained that she was going to handle his prostate exam. “Larry, please lie on your right side, bend your knees, take a deep breath and say ‘one hundred.’” Larry did so. Then she said, “Okay, now roll over onto your left side, bend your knees, take a deep breath and say ‘one hundred.’” Again, Larry did so. Then she said, “Very good. Now lie on your back with your knees slightly elevated. I will check your prostate with one hand I hold your penis with my other hand. Good. Now take a deep breath and say ‘one hundred.’” Larry said, “One… two… three…”

An elderly woman wobbled her way into a sex shop, approached the counter and, holding on to it for support, she asked the clerk, “Dddooo youuuu ssssssell dddddiilllldosss?” Trying hard not to break out laughing, the clerk replied, “Yes, ma’am, we do. Actually we have quite a variety of different models.” She asked, “Dddddoooo yyyouuuu ccaarrryy aaa pppinkk onnee, tttenn inchessss lllong aaandd aabboutt tttwoo inchesss ththiickk?” The clerk responds, “Yes, we do.” “Ddddooo yyoooouuuu knnnoooww hhhowww tttooo ttturrrnnn ttthe fffuuccckkkinggg ttthingggg offffff?”