| Nymphomaniacs of America
As I settled in, I glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman boarding
the plane. I soon realized she was heading straight towards my seat. As
fate would have it, she took the seat right beside mine. Eager to strike
up a conversation I blurted out, "Business trip or pleasure?"
She turned, smiled and said, "Business. I'm going to the Annual
Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston."
I swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen
sitting
next to me, and she was going to a meeting of... nymphomaniacs.
Struggling to maintain my composure, I calmly asked, "What's your
business role at this convention?"
"Lecturer," she responded. "I use information that I have learned from
my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular are myths about
sexuality."
"Really?" I said. "And what kind of myths are there?"
"Well", she explained, "one popular myth is that African-American men
are the most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the Native
American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another
popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers when actually it is
men of Jewish descent who are the best. I have also discovered that the
lover with absolutely the best stamina is the Southern Redneck."
Suddenly, she became a little uncomfortable and blushed. "I'm sorry,
"she said, "I shouldn't really be discussing all of this with you. I
don't even know your name."
"Tonto," I said, "Tonto Goldstein, but my friends call me Bubba."  |