FAT
There was a mature gentleman wandering around in a supermarket
calling out at intervals, "Crisco, Cris--co!"
Finally a store clerk approached. "Sir, the Crisco
is on aisle five. " "Oh, " replied the
old gentleman, "I'm not looking for cooking
Crisco, I am calling my wife. " "Your wife is
named "Crisco?" "Nah, " he answered,
"I only call her that when we come to the supermarket.
" "Oh? What do you call her when you are not in
the supermarket?" "Lard ass. ".
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