A young widow is feeling especially lonely and posts a personal ad: 'I'm not asking for much. I'm looking for a man who won't beat me, won't chase other women, and is good in bed.'
A few days later, she answers her doorbell to find a quadruple amputee in a wheelchair on her stoop. 'I saw your ad,' he says, 'and I'd like you to consider me.'
Somewhat taken aback, the woman says, 'But...you've got no arms.'
'Well, that means I can't beat you, doesn't it?'
'But...but...you've also got no legs!'
'That makes it pretty hard to chase other women, wouldn't you agree?'
'I specified someone who was good in bed.'
The man smiles and says, 'How do you think I rang your doorbell?
Boru
A few days later, she answers her doorbell to find a quadruple amputee in a wheelchair on her stoop. 'I saw your ad,' he says, 'and I'd like you to consider me.'
Somewhat taken aback, the woman says, 'But...you've got no arms.'
'Well, that means I can't beat you, doesn't it?'
'But...but...you've also got no legs!'
'That makes it pretty hard to chase other women, wouldn't you agree?'
'I specified someone who was good in bed.'
The man smiles and says, 'How do you think I rang your doorbell?
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson