Ladies - I want jokes that sting about guys
Guys - Let's take the gloves off
Q: Why do women make such bad carpenters?
A: Because they've been told this (hold hands close together) is 6 inches for their whole lives.
A flight recently ran into some heavy turbulence. After several tense moments for the passengers and crew, the pilot came over the intercom with some grave news, telling the passengers that power had been knocked out of both engines and the plane was in trouble. Upon hearing this, shrieks arose from the cabin, including one well-aged woman on her way home from visiting her mother. She turned to the gentleman sitting next to her and frantically pled, "I didn't get to tell my husband goodbye! I won't get to love him ever again! Please, PLEASE! Make me feel like a woman one more time before I die!"
The gentleman, obliging, stood up and faced her in her seat. Slowly he began to rock his shoulders back and forth in rhythm, slowly and seductively unbuttoning his shirt. The woman cracked a faint smile of relief as he popped his third, his fourth, and his fifth button open. Gently he peeled it back off his chest and slid it smoothly down his arms. Bare chested, he leaned forward and said to the woman, "Here. Iron this."
Guys - Let's take the gloves off
Q: Why do women make such bad carpenters?
A: Because they've been told this (hold hands close together) is 6 inches for their whole lives.
A flight recently ran into some heavy turbulence. After several tense moments for the passengers and crew, the pilot came over the intercom with some grave news, telling the passengers that power had been knocked out of both engines and the plane was in trouble. Upon hearing this, shrieks arose from the cabin, including one well-aged woman on her way home from visiting her mother. She turned to the gentleman sitting next to her and frantically pled, "I didn't get to tell my husband goodbye! I won't get to love him ever again! Please, PLEASE! Make me feel like a woman one more time before I die!"
The gentleman, obliging, stood up and faced her in her seat. Slowly he began to rock his shoulders back and forth in rhythm, slowly and seductively unbuttoning his shirt. The woman cracked a faint smile of relief as he popped his third, his fourth, and his fifth button open. Gently he peeled it back off his chest and slid it smoothly down his arms. Bare chested, he leaned forward and said to the woman, "Here. Iron this."