I believe there is a North Dakota state law that says it is illegal for any woman here to attempt to procreate with me.
I haven’t found it yet, but this would explain a lot. . .
Tripler
There may be something in the US Code too . . .
Well darksyde is going to Cape Cod on Wednesday so it’ll happen several times between now and then. 
~Kittie
This Friday, all going well. But if my FB nods off before I get the chance to make a move, I’ll be damned if I don’t get it Saturday morning instead!
My take on the punchline of the joke is that the elderly man is thinking abut sex, and thining “Today, today, today, today, etc.” fooling the psychic into getting an image of days and days and days of sex.
Or maybe I do’t get it either.
Sir Rhosis
I’m not getting laid in 23 days. And I’m not getting laid next week. And I’m sure as hell not getting laid tonight. And you know what else? I’m OKAY with that.
ANYTIME. EVERYTIME.
Well you’re lucky you have that! I am not exotic one frickin bit Michi…I am your average Irish looking girl with a temper to match.
Hey, that’s it, it’s my Irish Spunk.
I am a beautiful Irish girl with Irish Spunk.
Someone hand me a dark ale damnit!
I’m female, 22, a college student, and although I use a manual wheelchair, I’m reasonably pretty, I think. Yet, it has been a year and almost eight months since I last did the horizontal mambo. The fact that I’m a decent catch and yet have not been fished for leads me to believe that I will NEVER EVER get any sex EVER AGAIN. Incidentally, I keep telling myself that I’ve given up and don’t care about romance or sex, but I’m not sure that I’m listening.
I think you’re very good looking
and also have personality,
so I’m sure there someone out there,
just don’t stop looking.
Judging by the current state of affairs, add me to the “Probably never again. Ever. Really.” camp.
I suck at the whole promiscuous-gay-guy thing, I guess.
So…does that mean you do fine me repulsive? hehe
Find, that is.
Heh, why don’t you invite me over and find out? 
Hopefully when I go back to San Francisco for a two-week holiday next month, if any of my old FBs are still around.
If not, probably never.
Lessee…twenty, thirty, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven, $37.48. Apparently I’ll have to wait until next payday.
[sub]Um, joke.[/sub]
Until the next time my daughter decides to sleep through the night, allowing myself and Mrs Gimp the chance to do it justice.
Probably around the next time the Pirates win the World Series. This may very well mean it’ll be somebody committing necrophilia upon me.
<<<wanders off to drink heavily>>>
I hate to explain jokes, it takes all the humor out, but anyway…
The way I see it, the psychic was cheating. He truly could see the future, if he sees you having sex a week from now, he says once a week. He sees the old man, sees it’s going to be tonight, and erroneously extrapolates to every day.
Oh well, nobody gets this joke anyway, maybe about 1 in 10. Maybe I don’t get it.
You mean you’ve been waiting 22 years? I thought us Phillies phans had it tough.
And, to update the OP, 20 days.
Well, lemme see…In about 6 hours and then again 12 hours after that. And if I’m lucky, a few hours after that.
FB and I are meeting for breakfast, crashing at his house, then heading down to Bourbon Street. Yay for me!