Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts

Monday, April 23, 2007

Grandchildren humor is the best humor

My adorable little grandson surprised me, his grandmother, early one morning with a cup of piping hot coffee. He had brewed it himself, and he was so very proud of his creation. So, naturally, he anxiously awaited my verdict on its quality.

It had to be one of the worst cups of coffee I had ever had in my life. However, I was determined not to let him know that and I forced myself to drink it completely, smiling as I drank. At the last sip I noticed two of those tiny green army men lying in the bottom of the cup.

I asked him, "Honey, why would there be these small, green army men in the bottom of my cup?"

My grandson answered, "You know, grandma, it's like on TV, 'The best part of waking up is soldiers in your cup.’"

More Grandchildren Humor...

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Thursday, March 1, 2007

Irish Viagra

A newlywed Irish lass visited her physician to inquire about reviving her new husband’s tarnished libido.

“What about trying Viagra?” asks the doctor.

“Not a chance,” she said. “He won’t even take an aspirin!”

“Not to fret,” replied the doctor. “Give him an Irish Viagra.”

“What’s an Irish Viagra, Doctor?”

“That’s where you just drop the Viagra into his morning coffee, He won’t even taste it,” replied the doctor. “Give it a try, and call me in a week to let me know how things went.”

It wasn’t a week later that she called the doctor, who inquired as to the medication’s progress.

The lass exclaimed, “Oh, faith, t’was horrid, just horrid, doctor!”

“Really” What happened?” asked the doctor.

“Well, I did just as you advised me to do and slipped the Viagra into his morning coffee. It took effect immediately, and he jumped straight up, with a twinkle in his eye and with his pants a-bulging fiercely! With one swoop of his arm, he sent the cups and tablecloth a flying, ripped me clothes to tatters and took me then and there, making wild, mad, passionate love to me right on the tabletop! T’was a nightmare, I tell you, an absolute nightmare!”

“Why so terrible?” asked the doctor. “Do you mean the sex your husband gave you wasn’t any good?”

“Oh, no, doctor, the sex was fine indeed! T’was the best sex I’ve ever had! But sure as I’m sittin’ here, I’ll never be able to show my face in Starbucks again!”

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