I was working on a Star Trek comic for the blog today, but it’s getting late and I’m not going to get it done before I have to go to bed (I’s sweepy). So, in lieu of my latest dopey web comic, please enjoy this equally dopey old joke, which I feel less responsible for since I am only telling it, and don’t have to cop to having made it the hell up in the first place.
So, now then . . .
An old woman heard a song on the radio called “Two Lips and Seven Kisses.” Liking the song and wanting a copy of it for herself, she called up information to get the name of the record company. In dialing the record company’s number, she mistakenly phoned a gas station instead, and asked the fellow who answered the phone, “Do you have ‘Two Lips and Seven Kisses?’”
The gas station attendant said, “No, but I have two nuts and seven inches!”
So the woman asked, “Is that a record?”
To which the attendant replied, “No, but it’s above average.”
Thank you, and good night.