A young Southern peasant girl of fourteen went to work
in a broom factory. After 2 months she gave the boss
a two-week notice. The boss was quite unhappy to let
her go since she was hard working, knew her tasks etc.
He called her into his office, "But why?" he asked.
"Nothin, I just wanna quit that's all," she said sullenly.
"Look, I'll give you a raise."
"No," she said.
"You can't just quit like that. There must be a reason.
Tell me."
"Okay if you must know..." said the girl, and she took
off her underwear and pointed to her pubic hair, "Look, I
haven't had this before, it's the broom's bristles, I tell you..."
Tickled by her innocence, he too took off his underwear
and showed his, and said, "Ha ha...my dear, it's nature.
Look, I have it, too...."
"Oh no!" the girl cried, "I can't wait two weeks, I quit now!
Not only do you have the bristles, but you've grown the
handle as well."
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"Southern Belle in NYC"
Miss Annabell has just returned from her big trip to
New York City and was having refreshments on the
front porch of her daddy's mansion with her southern
belle friends. She tells them the stories of her trip as
they stare spellbound.
"You just wouldn't believe what they have there in
New York City," says Miss Annabell. "They have men
there who kiss other men on the lips."
Miss Annabell's friends fan themselves and say, "Oh
my! Oh my!"
"They call them homosexuals," proclaims Miss Annabell.
"Oh my! Oh my," proclaim the girls as they fan themselves.
"They also have women there in New York City who kiss
other women on the lips!"
"Oh my! Oh my," exclaim the girls. "What do they call
them?" they ask.
"They call them lesbians," says Miss Annabell.
"They also have men who kiss women between the legs,
there in New York City," sighs Miss Annabell.
"Oh my! Oh my! Oh my," exclaim the girls as they sit
on the edge of their chairs and fan themselves even faster.
"What do they call them?" they ask in unison.
Miss Annabell leans forward and says with a blush in a
hush, "Why, when I caught my breath, and recovered my
senses, I called him 'Precious!'"