Good ears
A guy rents an apartment in New York, and goes to the lobby to put his name
on the group mailbox. While there, an attractive young lady comes out of the
apartment next to the mailboxes wearing a robe. He smiles at the young girl
and she strikes up a conversation with him.
As they talk, her robe slips open, and it's quite obvious that she has nothing
on under the robe. Poor guy breaks out into a sweat trying to maintain eye
contact.
After a few minutes, she places her hand on his arm and says, "Let's go in
my apartment, I hear someone coming..." He precedes her into the apartment, and after she closes the door, she leans against it allowing her robe to fall
completely open. She purrs at him, "What would you say is my best
feature?"
The flustered, embarrassed guy stammers, clears his throat several times,
and finally squeaks out "Oh, it's got to be your ears!" She's astounded! Why my ears? Look at these boobs! They are full, don't sag, and they're all mine!
My butt - it's firm, doesn't sag, and has no cellulite! Look at this skin,
no blemishes, or scars! Why in heaven's name would you say my ears are the
best part of my body?!"
Clearing his throat once again, he stammers - "Outside when you said you
heard someone coming - THAT WAS ME!"
Political correctness: a doctrine which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd from the clean end.
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