The
Radio
A woman always wanted an expensive car -- a status symbol to drive around
and be seen in. She scrimps and saves, goes to the BMW dealer, and plops
down several years of income for a brand new state-of-the-art, computer
enhanced, kick-butt, dream mobile.
She's driving
off. Decides she wants some music and searches for the radio. The dashboard
looks like a control panel at NASA. She fiddles with this button, that
gizmo... jiggles these and those, but finally gives up.
Furious,
she races back to the dealership and screams at the salesman. Tells him
they forgot to install the radio. He assures her it's right there in front
of her. It's hooked into the onboard computer. All she has to do is tell
it what she wants.
He demonstrates:
"Classical,"
he says. "click" The car fills with the sounds of Paganini.
"Blues,"
she says, and "click" a B.B. King classic plays.
She drives
off amazed.
"Country,"
she says, and "click" a Garth Brooks tune comes on.
"Folk"
and "click" Joan Baez sings about the night they drove ol' Dixie
down.
"New
Age" and "click" Yanni at the Acropolis snaps on.
She's so
captivated by this new toy that she isn't paying much attention to the
road.
Another driver
runs a light and cuts her off. "A**HOLE!!!" she screams. "click"
"Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States."
Dating
Women
WHITE WOMEN:
First date: You get to kiss her goodnight.
Second date: You get to grope all over and make out a bit.
Third date: You get to have sex but only in the missionary position.
IRISH WOMEN:
First Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex.
Second Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex.
20th Anniversary: You both get blind drunk and have sex.
ITALIAN WOMEN:
First Date: You take her to a play and an expensive restaurant.
Second Date: You meet her parents and her Mom makes spaghetti and meatballs.
Third Date: You have sex, she wants to marry you & insists on a 3-carat
ring.
5th Anniversary: You already have 5 kids together & hate the thought
of having sex.
6th Anniversary: You find yourself a Mistress.
JEWISH WOMEN:
First Date: You get terrific head.
Second Date: You get even more great head.
Third Date: You tell her you'll marry her and never get head again.
CHINESE WOMEN:
First date: You get to buy her an expensive dinner but nothing happens.
Second date: You buy her an even more expensive dinner. Nothing happens
again.
Third date: You don't even get to the third date and you've already realized
nothing is ever going to happen.
INDIAN WOMEN:
First date: Meet her parents.
Second date: Set the date of the wedding.
Third date: Wedding night.
BLACK WOMEN:
First Date: You get to buy her a real expensive dinner.
Second Date: You get to buy her and her girlfriends a real expensive dinner.
Third Date: You get to pay her rent.
Tenth Date: She's pregnant by someone other than you.
MEXICAN WOMEN:
First Date: You buy her an expensive dinner, get drunk on Tequila, and
have sex in the back of her car.
Second Date: She's pregnant.
Third Date: She moves in. One week later, her mother, father, his girlfriend,
her two sisters, her brother, all of their kids, her grandma, her father's
girlfriend's mother, her two cousins, her sister's Boyfriend and his three
kids move in and you live on rice and beans for the rest of your life
in your home that used to be nice, but now looks like a home along the
Tijuana strip.
ARAB WOMEN:
First Date: Mother, Father, Brothers, Sisters, Cousins, Aunts, Uncles,
Friends and entire Arab community finds out.
Second Date: You are shot dead.
No third date.
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