69….
July 14th, 2005
A guy says to his wife, “I’m in the mood for some 69.”
She says, “It’s that time of the month, but if you don’t care, I
don’t care.”
They go into the bedroom, and are 69′ing like mad dogs when the
doorbell rings.
She says, “Answer the door.”
He says, “But my face is a mess.”
She says, “It’s just the postman. Answer the door, and if he says
anything, just tell him you were eating a jam sandwich.”
He opens the door and says, “I’m sorry about my mouth, I was eating
a jam sandwich.”
The mailman says, “I wasn’t looking at the jam on your mouth…I
was looking at the peanut butter on your forehead.”