I can only really ever remember one joke. Which given the crudeness of it makes for embarrassing situations at dinner parties when the inevitable question arises during the lull in conversation… What is the best thing about sex with 28-year olds? There’s 20 of them.
So Jesus walks into a restaurant, his twelve apostles in tow. He hadn’t made a reservation because, well, it was a last minute thing. And he didn’t have a telephone to call ahead. He approaches the host who upon seeing the crowd making a beeline…
I was reminded of an old joke recently, it goes something like this… Three university girls had heard that brass players are better kissers because of their lip control, embouchure and stamina. So each one arranged a date with a different brass player to test…
