Down Louisiana way, in the bayou country.....

Hillbilly

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Last May, Boudreaux married an attractive woman, Lola, half his age.
After several months, Lola complained that
She had never climaxed during sex; and according to
Her Grand Momma, all Cajun women are
Entitled to a climax once in a while.
So, to resolve the problem, they went to see the
Large-animal Vet since there was no trustworthy doctor anywhere in Pierri Part. The Vet
Didn't have a clue, but he did recall how, during the hot summer, his Momma
And Daddy would fan a cow with a big towel that was having any difficulty
Breeding. This would cool her down and make her relax.

So, the Vet told them to hire a strong, virile,
Young man to wave a big towel over them while they were having sex. This, the Vet said, would
Cause the young wife to cool down, relax, and then climax.
So the couple hired a strong young man from the big
City of Houma to wave that big towel over them as the Vet suggested.

After many efforts, Lola still had not climaxed!
They went back to the Vet. The Vet said for Lola to change partners and let the young man
Have sex with her while Boudreaux waved the big towel.

They tried it that night and Lola went into wild, screaming,
Ear-splitting climaxes, one right after the other for about two and a
Half hours.

When it was over, Boudreaux looked down at the exhausted young man
And in a cocky manner said, 'And dat, my friend, is how you wave a towel!'
 

jinty05

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After getting all of Pope Benedict's luggage loaded into the limo, (and he doesn't travel light), the driver notices the Pope is still standing on the curb.
'Excuse me, Your Holiness,' says the driver, 'Would you please take your seat so we can leave?'
'Well, to tell you the truth,' says the Pope, 'they never let me drive at the Vatican , and I'd really like to drive today.'
"I'm sorry, Your Holiness, but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job! What if something should happen" protests the driver, wishing he'd never gone to work that morning.
'Who's going to tell' says the Pope with a smile.
Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting the airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 205 kms. (Remember, the Pope is German.)
"Please slow down, Your Holiness," pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.
"Oh, dear God, I'm going to lose my license -- and my job!' moans the driver.
The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop approaches, but the cop takes one look at him, goes back to his motorcycle, and gets on the radio.
'I need to talk to the Chief,' he says to the dispatcher.
The Chief gets on the radio and the cop tells him that he's stopped a limo going 205 kph.
'So bust him,' says the Chief.
'I don't think we want to do that. He's really important,' said the cop.
The Chief exclaimed, 'All the more reason!'
'No, I mean really important,' said the cop with a bit of persistence.
The Chief then asked, 'Who do you have there, the mayor?'
Cop: 'Bigger.'
Chief: ' A senator?'
Cop: 'Bigger.'
Chief: 'The Prime Minister?'
Cop: 'Bigger.'
'Well,' said the Chief, 'who is it?'
Cop: 'I think it's God!'
The Chief is even more puzzled and curious, 'What makes you think it's God?'
Cop: 'His chauffeur is the Pope!'

Give me a sense of humor, Lord,
Give me the grace to see a joke,
To get some humour out of life,
And pass it on to other folk.