The Screw…
It’s the Spring of 1957 and Bobby goes to pick up his date. He’s a pretty hip guy with his own car. When he goes to the front door, the girl’s father answers and invites him in.
“Carrie’s not ready yet, so why don’t you have a seat?” He says.
“That’s cool.” Says Bobby.
Carrie’s father asks Bobby what they’re planning to do. Bobby replies politely that they will probably just go to the soda shop or a movie.
Carrie’s father responds, “Why don’t you two go out and screw? I hear all the kids are doing it.”
Naturally, this comes as quite a surprise to Bobby, so he asks Carrie’s Dad to repeat it.
“Yeah,” says Carrie’s father, “Carrie really likes to screw; she’ll screw all night if we let her!”
Well, this just made Bobby’s night and his new plans for the evening were beginning to look pretty good.
A few minutes later, Carrie comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt and announces that she’s ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation, Bobby escorts his date out the front door.
About 20 minutes later, Carrie rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her, and screams at her father: “DAMMIT DADDY! IT’S CALLED THE TWIST!!!”
Triumph of the human spirit
My sons best friend just came back from Afghanistan all shot up and in the Stateside hospital recouperating. We went to visit him the day after he got back. While we were sitting there, I realized there were a lot of wounded soldiers, airmen and marines. But, none of them seemed to be in bad spirits. About that time, the doctor came in for his rounds. One of the marines near the door in the first bed shouted, “Doctor, doctor, I can’t feel my legs!”
The doctor replied, “I know you can’t, I amputated your arms.”
Marine replied, “Oh yeah!”