Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Dusting off an old joke...
A woman, on the eve of her twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, decides the spark has gone out of her marriage. She knows her husband is a huge country music fan, so she goes to a tattoo parlor and gets a drawing of Shania Twain on the inside of her right thigh. She likes the way it turns out, so she gets a drawing of Faith Hill on the inside of her left thigh.
When her husband comes home from work on the night of their anniversary, he is greeted by his wife laying naked and spread-eagle on their living room floor.
"I got these tattoos on my inner thighs 'cause I know how much you love country music."
Her husband takes in the scene for a moment and says "I don't know who those gals on your thighs are, but the guy in the middle is definitely Willie Nelson."


6 Comments:

Blogger MoDigli said...

ba dump-bump! ... Silly, silly, silly!

Blogger Cincysundevil said...

Oh man .. I'm cringing after that one. That is as bad as my favorite tacky cheap joke:

How do you make a hormone?
You fuck her.

Blogger Heather said...

Boo!!!

Blogger Steve Caratzas said...

Classic.

Blogger n.v. said...

Umm, I don't get it...

Blogger n.v. said...

Did her meatflaps look like dirty braids??

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