The ambitious coach of a girls track team gives the squad steroids. The team s performance soars. They win the county, state and eventually national championship. A few days before the international grand finals, Penelope, a 16-year-old hurdler visits her coach and says, Coach, I have a problem. Hair is starting to grow on my chest. What? the coach says in a panic, How far down does it go? Penelope replies, Down to my testicles. That s something else I want to talk to you about.
Three women were sitting around throwing back a few drinks and talking about their sex lives. Karen said, I call my husband the dentist because nobody can drill like he does. Joanne giggled and confessed, I call my husband the miner, because of his incredible shaft.
Kathy quietly sipped her whiskey until Joanne finally asked, Well, what do you call your boyfriend? Kathy frowned and said, The postman. Looking puzzeled Joanne asked, Why the postman?
Because he always delivers late and half the time it s in the wrong box.
During her annual checkup, the attractive woman was asked to disrobe and climb onto the examining table. Doctor she replied shyly, I feel uncomfortable undressing in front of you. All right, said the physician, I ll flick off the lights. You undress and tell me when you re done. A few moments later her voice called out from the darkness, Doctor, I ve undressed. What should I do with all my clothes? Put them on the chair, on top of mine.
Two women had been having a friendly lunch when the subject turned to sex. You know, John and I have been having some sexual problems , Linda told her friend. That s amazing! Mary replied, So have Tom and I. We re thinking of going to a sex therapist , said Linda. Oh, we could never do that! We d be too embarrassed! , responded Mary. But after you go, will you please tell me how it went?
Several weeks passed, and the two friends met for lunch again. So how did the sex therapy work out, Linda? , Mary asked. Things couldn t be better! Linda exclaimed. We began with a physical exam, and afterward the doctor said he was certain he could help us. He told us to stop at the grocery store on the way home and buy a bunch of grapes and a dozen donuts. He told us to sit on the floor nude, and toss the grapes and donuts at each other. Every grape that went into my vagina, John had to get it out with his tongue. Every donut that I ringed his penis with, I had to eat. Our sex life is wonderful, in fact it s better than it s ever been!
With that endorsement Mary talked her husband into an appointment with the same sex therapist. After the physical exams were completed the doctor called Mary and Tom into his office. I m afraid there is nothing I can do for you, he said. But doctor, Mary complained, you did such good for Linda and John, surely you must have a suggestion for us! Please, please, can t you give us some help? Any help at all? Well, OK, the doctor answered. On your way home, I want you to stop at the grocery store and buy a sack of apples and a box of Cheerios.