I Enjoy Witty Humour
Maggie was very excited. A handsome farmer from a neighbouring town had invited her to the cinema. The following day she was on cloud nine and rushed to Kathleen’s to tell her friend all about the date. “Oh, he’s a pure gentleman Kathleen, he bought me a big bag of chocolates and we sat at the back. When the film began he put his hand on me shoulder, then he put it down my blouse – and I laughed!
Then he put it on my knee – and I laughed!
Then he put it up my skirt – and I laughed and laughed!
And then, he put it down my knickers – and I laughed and laughed and laughed!”
Kathleen was utterly bemused and asked, “But Maggie, that’s not the behaviour of a gentleman, and it’s not funny, why were you laughing?”
Maggie looked at her friend and said with enlightened enthusiasm, “Kathleen, the chocolates were in my handbag!”
Then he put it on my knee – and I laughed!
Then he put it up my skirt – and I laughed and laughed!
And then, he put it down my knickers – and I laughed and laughed and laughed!”
Kathleen was utterly bemused and asked, “But Maggie, that’s not the behaviour of a gentleman, and it’s not funny, why were you laughing?”
Maggie looked at her friend and said with enlightened enthusiasm, “Kathleen, the chocolates were in my handbag!”