Jotd

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A father walks into a restaurant with his young son..

He gives the young boy 3 nickels to play with to keep him occupied.

Suddenly, the boy starts choking, going blue in the face..
The father realizes the boy has swallowed the nickels and starts
slapping him on the back..

The boy coughs up 2 of the nickels, but keeps choking.
Looking at his son, the father is panicking, shouting for help.

A well dressed, attractive, and serious looking woman, in a blue
business suit is sitting at a coffee bar reading a newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee. At the sound of the commotion, she looks up, put s her coffee cup down, neatly folds the newspaper and places it on the counter, gets up from her seat and makes her way, unhurried, across the restaurant.

Reaching the boy, the woman carefully drops his pants; takes hold of the boy's testicles and starts to squeeze and twist, gently at first and then ever so firmly.. After a few seconds the boy convulses violently and coughs up the last nickel, which the woman deftly catches in her free hand..

Releasing the boy's testicles, the woman hands the nickel to the father and walks back to her seat at the coffee bar without saying a word.

As soon as he is sure that his son has suffered no ill effects, the
father rushes over to the woman and starts thanking her saying, "I've never seen anybody do anything like that before, it was fantastic. Are you a doctor? "


'No,' the woman replied. I'm with the I.R.S..'

[smartmx5]

[Sharpie]

I want my 30 seconds back. Boooooo.....

[cam76034]

Okay, maybe this one will make up for it.



A woman went up to the bar in a quiet
rural pub.
She gestured alluringly to the bartender
who approached her immediately.
She seductively signaled that he should
bring his face closer to hers.

As he did, she gently caressed his full
beard.
"Are you the manager?" she asked,
softly stroking his face with bothhands.
"Actually, no," he replied.
"Can you get him for me? I need to
speak to him," she said, running her
hands beyond his beard and into his hair.

"I'm afraid I can't," breathed the bartender..
"Is there anything I cando?"
"Yes. I need you to give him a message,"
she continued, running her forefinger across
the bartender's lip and slyly popping a couple
of her fingers into his mouth and allowing
him to suck them gently.

"What should I tell him?" the bartender
managed to say.





"Tell him," she whispered,
"There's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper
towels in the ladies room.

[trickyrix]

All is forgiven... good one.