The following is my favorite joke of all time - it may be familiar to some of you as I’ve posted it before.
Two very proper, blue-blooded Southern ladies are in New York City on their annual shopping/theater trip. After a few Manhattans at lunch they’re feeling a little frisky so they decide to go the Village to see what’s happening. As they’re walking up the street they pass the Pink Pussy Cat Boutique.
“Oh, sugar, let’s go in,” says one.
“Oh, I could never,” says the other.
“Now Mary Virginia Mayhew, there’s not a soul in the world who’ll know and it’ll be fun. Let’s just go in for a second,” says blue-blood lady #1 (hereafter, BBL1).
So, they go in the store.
They get quite an eyeful. Crotchless panties, lots and lots of leather goods, slutty lingerie, movies, magazines - the entire range of adult material. They’re quite charming giggling like school girls and having the time of their lives.
Finally, they approach the counter and ask the clerk, “Excuse us, but what on earth are those things?”, pointing to the vibrators on the shelf behind the clerk.
“Those, ladies, are vibrators,” says the clerk.
“Oh, my” they both say, at once.
“Well, sugar, what do you do with them?” asks BBL#2.
“You use them to masturbate,” says the clerk.
The ladies turn bright crimson.
BBL#1 turns to BBL#2 and says, “I’m going to buy one. It just hasn’t been the same since Massey died, and I deserve a little fun. Young man, I’ll take that one there - the big black one. Yes, that one right there.”
BBL#2, emboldened by her friend, says, “And I’ll take that one there - the great big one. No, no – the next one over…the plaid one.”
The clerk says, “Excuse me, but that’s not a —”
BBL#2, “Now, now young man - I know what I want and I want that one.”
The clerk rings up the purchase and the ladies leave having had a wonderful time.
Later on, the night clerk comes in and asks the first clerk, “How was business?”
The clerk responds, “Not too bad. I managed to sell a black vibrator and my thermos.”