A man goes into a restaurant and is seated.
All the waitresses are drop dead gorgeous.
And, just his luck, he is served by a particularly voluptuous young lady in a skimpy top and tiny skirt.
She asks "What would you like, sir?"
He looks at the menu...
Scans her beautiful frame top to bottom,
Then orders, "A quickie."
The waitress is horrified.
She turns and walks away in utter disgust.
She takes a few deep breaths, calms down a bit, returns and asks again, "What would you like to order, sir?"
Again the man thoroughly checks her out and again answers, "A quickie, please."
This time her anger takes over, she reaches over and slaps him across the face with a resounding "SMACK!" and storms away.
A man sitting at the next table leans over and whispers, "Um, Pal, I think it's pronounced 'quiche'."
All the waitresses are drop dead gorgeous.
And, just his luck, he is served by a particularly voluptuous young lady in a skimpy top and tiny skirt.
She asks "What would you like, sir?"
He looks at the menu...
Scans her beautiful frame top to bottom,
Then orders, "A quickie."
The waitress is horrified.
She turns and walks away in utter disgust.
She takes a few deep breaths, calms down a bit, returns and asks again, "What would you like to order, sir?"
Again the man thoroughly checks her out and again answers, "A quickie, please."
This time her anger takes over, she reaches over and slaps him across the face with a resounding "SMACK!" and storms away.
A man sitting at the next table leans over and whispers, "Um, Pal, I think it's pronounced 'quiche'."
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