When a dark bespectacled man went for a meal at this well
patronized up town Restaurant, and been comfortably seated, he was offered a
Menu Card. The man said, "I'm blind. Just bring me one of your dirty forks
to smell, and I shall make my order.” The restaurateur, though at first
confused at such a request, went ahead and got a fork as requested and handed
it to him. The Blind man smelt the fork with a deep breath and said, "Yes,
I will have the Lamb with seasoned potatoes and spring vegetables." This is unbelievable thought the
restaurateur.
Some two weeks later, when the Blind man came to patronize
the same restaurant once more, the restaurateur jumped at a golden opportunity
to prove that the last success of the blind man’s sense of smell may have been
a fluke. He enthusiastically sat him and said, “I shall be back in a moment
with a fork.” He then went to the kitchen and pleaded with his wife Susan, who
incidentally is the cook and said, “Honey, please do me a favour by dipping your
finger in your vagina, and rubbing it on this fork.” “Certainly,” Susan said.
She promptly dipped her finger in her vagina, rubbed the fork with it and
handed it to her husband.
The restaurateur excitedly and with a mischievous smile on
his face, rushed back to the blind man’s table and handed him the fork. The
blind man took the fork, raised it to his nose, inhaled and said, “Hmmmm, this
is interesting, I didn’t know Susan works here.”
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