“A man came home after playing golf, and his wife asked, ‘Well, how was your golf game?’ He said, ‘Yeah, I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight’s gotten so bad, I couldn’t see where the ball went.’ So the wife said, ‘Oh, but you are 75 years old, Jack. What do you expect? Why don’t you take my brother along?’ ‘But he’s 85, and he doesn’t even play golf anymore.’ So the wife said, ‘But he has perfect eyesight. At least he could watch your ball for you.’ So, the next day, Jack took the brother-in-law with him, and played golf while the brother-in-law looked on. And Jack swung, and the ball disappeared into somewhere. And he asked his brother-in-law, ‘Did you see? Did you see?’ ‘Yep, I saw it alright.’ ‘Yeah, where is it?’ He said, ‘Well, I- I- I forgot.’” […]
It’s called “Meet the Parents.” Seen that film? This is one of it. “A boy was so excited to finally meet her (the girlfriend’s) parents. But he was very nervous too, so he was having like a gastric problem, nervous gastric problem.” […] “But the more he sat, the more the gas developed and he couldn’t help it, but a little noise came out. And then, the mother called out, like, ‘Woofie!’ And then the boy was thinking, ‘Oh, now the dog(-person) gets blamed, that’s wonderful.’ So he felt free to release himself a little more. And the mother got more stern, and said ‘Woofie-Woofie! Oh, Woofie!’ And then he felt so delighted for him(self). No problem, so he’s more liberated, more free to let go. And then the mother called louder, almost yelling, ‘Woofie! Come here to me before he poops on you!’” […]
