A full count on the isle of lesbos
Open mic material
Aloha dear reader,
The joke writing continues…
A friend of mine came out of the closet as a lesbian at fifty years old. I said “congratulations, what will you be if you live to 100?”
She said “Happy”.
I said “Wrong. Old and un-Fuckable.”
She’s a lesbian with tourettes.
I call her” Timex”.
She takes a licking but keeps on ticking.
She’s lived a life of self discovery. It’s been an odd path for her.
In High School? She dated men. Her sweetheart?
His name was “Michael”.
In college she cheated on Michael with another guy named “Mike”.
Smart lady.
Never had to face the embarrassment of shouting out the wrong name while having sex.
Michael didn’t last. which is why he didnt last.
He only had one of his balls.- lost the other to testicular cancer.
Two boyfriends with three testicles between them.
Three balls, two Mikes.
That’s full count in baseball and a full cunt in dating.
So what does she do?
She ditches this guy and gets married. The man’s name?
Mike.
He cheated on her something fierce. We called him. Michael the bicycle.
He had more riders than the Tour de France.
Yeah, after that catastrophic failure she went sailing off to the Isle of Lesbos.
Three Mikes?
She was out.
Her new girlfriend?
You won’t guess her name.
That’s right.
Michelle.
(Mic drop)