Stunner
05-09-2006, 11:14 PM
A man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he settled in, he glanced
up and saw a beautiful woman boarding the plane. He soon realized she was
heading straight towards his seat. As fate would
have it, she took the seat right beside his. Eager to strike up a
conversation he asked "Business trip or pleasure?"
She turned, smiled and said, "Business. I'm going to the annual
Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Chicago."
He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman
he had ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting
of nymphomaniacs. Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly
asked, "What's your role at this convention?"
"Lecturer," she responded. "I use information that I
have learned from my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular
myths about sexuality."
"Really?" he said. "And what kind of myths are there?"
"Well," she explained, "one popular myth is that African-American men are
the most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait.
Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it
is the men of Jewish descent who are the best. I have also discovered
that the lover with absolutely the best stamina is the Southern Redneck."
Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed. "I'm
sorry," she said, "I shouldn't really be discussing all of this. I don't
even know you. What is your name?"
"Tonto," the man said, "Tonto Goldstein, but my
friends call me Bubba
up and saw a beautiful woman boarding the plane. He soon realized she was
heading straight towards his seat. As fate would
have it, she took the seat right beside his. Eager to strike up a
conversation he asked "Business trip or pleasure?"
She turned, smiled and said, "Business. I'm going to the annual
Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Chicago."
He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman
he had ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting
of nymphomaniacs. Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly
asked, "What's your role at this convention?"
"Lecturer," she responded. "I use information that I
have learned from my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular
myths about sexuality."
"Really?" he said. "And what kind of myths are there?"
"Well," she explained, "one popular myth is that African-American men are
the most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait.
Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it
is the men of Jewish descent who are the best. I have also discovered
that the lover with absolutely the best stamina is the Southern Redneck."
Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed. "I'm
sorry," she said, "I shouldn't really be discussing all of this. I don't
even know you. What is your name?"
"Tonto," the man said, "Tonto Goldstein, but my
friends call me Bubba