Quote:A new teacher was trying to make use of her psychology courses.

She started her class by saying, 'Everyone who thinks they're stupid, stand up!'
After a few seconds, Little Larry stood up.
The teacher said, 'Do you think you're stupid, Larry?'
'No, ma'am, but I didn't like to see you standing there all by yourself!' �

Larry watched, fascinated, as his mother smoothed cold cream on her face.
'Why do you do that, mum?' he asked.

'To make myself beautiful,' said his mother, who then began removing the cream with a tissue.

'What's the matter, asked Larry 'are you giving up?'

Larry's class were on a field trip to their local police station where they saw pictures tacked to a bulletin board of the 10 most wanted criminals.

One of the youngsters pointed to a picture and asked if it really was the photo of a wanted person.

'Yes,' said the policeman. 'The detectives want very badly to capture him.
Larry asked, "Why didn't you keep him when you took his picture ? "

Little Larry attended a horse auction with his father.
He watched as his father moved from horse to horse, running his hands up and down the horse's legs and rump, and chest.

After a few minutes, Larry asked, 'Dad, why are you doing that?'

His father replied, 'Because when I'm buying horses, I have to make sure that they are healthy and in good shape before I buy.
Larry, looking worried, said, 'Dad, I think the milkman wants to buy Mom .....'

Quote:The Ballerina..

 

Quote:A large woman in a sleeveless sundress strolled into a bar, confidently raising her right arm, which revealed a rather hairy armpit.
Pointing at the patrons, she called out. "Which one of you fine gentlemen is going to buy a lady a drink?"
The bar fell into an awkward silence as everyone pretended not to hear her.
But from the far end of the bar, a bleary-eyed drunk pounded the counter and shouted. "Get the Ballerina a drink!"
The bartender poured the drink, and the woman downed it in one go.
She turned back to the crowd, repeating the same gesture, exposing her hairy armpit again, and asked. "Who's buying the next one?"
Once more, the same drunk slammed his hand down and yelled. "Give the Ballerina another drink!"
Curious, the bartender leaned over to the man and asked. "Hey, it's your money, but why do you keep calling her a Ballerina?"
The drunk grinned and slurred. "Any woman who can lift her leg that high has to be a Ballerina!"