19 June 2009

Friday Joke - The luck of the Irish

Pretty busy this week so I have copied this one from Angharad. Have a good weekend. I have a big pile of jobs to do...

Some years ago, Paddy married an attractive woman, Maggie, half his age, in a small coastal Irish community.

After several months, Maggie complained that she had never climaxed during sex and according to her Grandmother all Irish women are entitled to a climax once in a while.

So, to resolve the problem and since there was no trustworthy doctor anywhere in the village, they went to see the Veterinarian. The Vet didn't have a clue, but he did recall how, during the hot summer, his mother and father would fan a cow that was having difficulty breeding, with a big towel. This would cool her down and make her relax.

So Paddy and Maggie hired Sean, a strong, virile young man from Dublin to wave that big towel over them as the Vet suggested in the hope that this would cause the young wife to cool down, relax, then climax.

After a few tries, Maggie still had not climaxed. Getting more and more frustrated Maggie suggested that Paddy and Sean swap over. SO that night they did and Maggie went wild, having several screaming, ear-splitting climaxes, one right after the other for about two and a half hours. When it was over, Paddy looked down at the exhausted young man and, in a boasting voice, said:

"And that, me son, is how ya supposed to wave the bleedin towel."

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