Unicorn (Unicorn@Indenial.com)
Fri, 07 May 1999 16:15:53 -0400
What is a NYMPHOMANIAC? - a man's term for a
woman who wants to have sex more often than he does.
LadyHawke
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"Flying Nimpho" (A Golden Oldie)
A man boards an airplane, and takes his seat. As he
settles in, he glances up and sees the most beautiful
woman boarding the plane. He soon realizes she is
heading straight towards his seat.
A wave of nervous anticipation washes over him. Lo
and behold, she takes the seat right beside his.
Anxious to strike up a conversation, he blurts out,
"So where are you flying to today?"
She turns and smiles, and says, "To the annual
Nymphomaniac Convention, in Chicago."
He swallows hard, and is instantly CRAZED with
excitement. Here's the most gorgeous woman he
has ever seen, sitting RIGHT next to him, and she's
going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs.
Struggling to maintain his outward cool, he calmly
asks, "And what's your role at this convention?"
She flips her hair back, turns to him, locks onto his
eyes, and says, "Well, I try to debunk some of the
popular myths about sexuality."
"Really" he says, swallowing hard. "And what myths
are those?"
She explains: "Well, one popular myth is that African
American men are the most well-endowed when, in
fact, it is the Native American Indian who is most likely
to possess this trait. Another popular myth is that
Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is
men of Jewish descent who romance women best,
on average."
"How very interesting," the man responds.
Suddenly, the woman becomes very embarrassed,
and blushes. "I'm sorry," she says, "I feel so awkward
discussing this with you, and I don't even know your
name."
The man extends his hand and replies,
"Tonto. Tonto Goldstein."
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"OK To Come Out?"
Jon was looking for a little "action." He picked up a
sweet young thing at the bar and took her back to
his hotel room.
Little did he know she was damn near a nymphomaniac.
After six times, she was screaming for more. After the
*eighth* time, Jon told her that he needed to slip out for
a pack of cigarettes.
On the way out, he stopped in the men's room. He
stood in front of the urinal, unzipped, and felt a
moment of panic when he couldn't find "it." After a
couple of minutes of "fishing around," he finally said,
"Look, it's ok. She's not here!"
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