His name was Bob Morecock. He said he got slapped alot.
On the top of his head?
His name was Bob Morecock. He said he got slapped alot.
He eats ham and jam and spamalot.
OK, I'll top that.
St. Olaf's is a private liberal arts college roughly 1 hour south of the Twin Cities, in Northfield. (Along with Carleton, boo, hiss.)
One of the classes there was called "Human Sexuality" which was invariably referred to as just "Sex."
It was taught by an older professor, let's just call him "George."
One day in the campus bagel shop, George was in line with his wife of many years.
In walked several young, good looking Scandanavian co-eds. I *did* mention St. Olaf's is in Minnesota, right?)
They greeted him enthusiastically.
His wife asks, "And how do you know George?"
The co-eds reply (with the typical devil-may-care collegiate breeziness) "Oh, we've all had sex with him."
And his wife (used to the nomenclature) smiles brightly and says, "Oh, that's nice."
Apparently several of the onlookers had to be revived and picked up off of the floor...
Cheers!