Nymphomaniac Convention (joke)

A man took his seat aboard the plane and as he settled in, he saw a beautiful woman headed straight for him. A wave of nervous anticipation washed over him. Sure enough, she sat right beside him. He attempted conversation with, “So where are you headed today?” She turned, flashed a gorgeous smile, and said, “Chicago, for the big Nymphomaniac Convention.” Whoa! He swallowed hard, and was instantly aroused! The most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen is sitting right beside him and she’s going to a nymphomaniac convention! Struggling to keep his cool, he asked, “Oh really? What’s your role there?” She flipped back her lovely hair and looked deep into his eyes. “I’m one of the featured speakers. I debunk popular myths about sexuality.” “Really? What myths?” “Well, one is that African American men are the best endowed, when in fact it is the Native American. Another myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when in reality it is the Jew.” Suddenly, the woman became self-conscious. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward discussing things like this with you. Why, I don’t even know your name!” The man extended his hand and smiled. “Tonto; Tonto Goldberg.”

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