The First Affair
>
> There was a middle-age couple that had two stunningly beautiful teen-age
> daughters. The couple decided to try one last time for the
> son they always wanted.
>
> After months of trying, the wife became pregnant and, sure enough,
> delivered a healthy baby boy nine months later. The joyful
> father rushed to the nursery to see his new son. He took one look and was
> horrified to find the ugliest child he had ever seen.
>
> He went to his wife and said that there was no way that he could be the
> father of the child. "Look at the two beautiful daughters I
> fathered," he cried. Then he gave her a stern look and asked, "Have you
> been
> fooling around on me?"
>
> The wife smiled sweetly and said, "Not this time."
>
> The Second Affair
>
> A mortician was working late one night. It was his job to examine the dead
> bodies before they were sent off to be buried or
> cremated. As he examined the body of Mr Schwartz, he made an amazing
> discovery - Schwartz had the longest private part he had ever opseen!
>
> "I'm sorry, Mr Schwartz," said the mortician, "but I can't send you
> off to be cremated with a tremendously huge private part like this.
> It has to be saved for posterity." And with that the coroner used
> his scalpel to remove the dead man's privates. The coroner stuffed his
> prize
> into a briefcase and took it home.
>
> The first person he showed was his wife. "I have something to show
> you that you won't believe," he said, opening his briefcase.
>
> "Oh, my God!" she screamed, "Schwartz is dead!"
>
> The Third Affair
>
> A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband
> opening the front door. "Hurry!" she said. "Stand in the corner!"
>
> She quickly rubbed baby oil all over him and then she dusted
> him with talcum powder. "Don't move until I tell you to," she
> whispered. "Just pretend you're a statue."
>
> "What's this, honey?" the husband inquired as he entered the
> room. "Oh, it's just a statue," she replied nonchalantly. "The
> Smiths bought one for their bedroom. I liked it so much, I got one for us,
> too."
>
> No more was said about the statue, not even later that night when
> they went to sleep. Around 2 a.m., the husband got out of
> bed, went to the kitchen and returned a while later with a sandwichand a
> glass of milk.
> "Here," he said to the statue, "eat something. I stood like
> an idiot at the Smiths' for three days, and nobody offered me as much as a
> glass of water."
>
> The Fourth Affair
>
> A man walks into a bar one night. He goes up to the bartender
> and asks for a beer.
>
> "Certainly, sir," replies the bartender. "That'll be 1 cent."
> "ONE CENT!" exclaims the customer.
> The barman replies, "Yes."
> So the guy glances over the menu and asks, "Could I have a nice juicy
> T-bone
> steak with chips, peas and a fried egg?"
> "Certainly, sir," replies the bartender, "but all that comes to real
> money."
>
> "How much money?" inquires the guy.
> "Four cents," the bartender replies.
> "FOUR cents!" exclaims the guy. "Where's the guy who owns this place?"
> The bartender replies, "Upstairs with my wife."
> The guy asks, "What's he doing with your wife?"
> The bartender replies, "Same as I'm doing to his business."
>
> The Fifth Affair
>
> Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining a candlelight vigil by
> his
> side. She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face. Her praying
> roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move
> slightly, "My darling Becky," he whispered.
> "Hush, my love," she said. "Rest. Shhh, don't talk."
> He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired voice, "I have
> something I must confess to you."
> "There's nothing to confess," replied the weeping Becky.
> "Everything's all right. Go to sleep."
> "No, no, I must die in peace, Becky. I slept with your
> sister, your best friend, her best friend and your mother!"
> "I know," Becky whispered softly, "That's why I poisoned you."
>
> The Sixth Affair
>
> An elderly gent was invited to his old friend's home for dinner one
> evening. He was impressed by the way his buddy preceded every
> request to his wife with endearing terms - "Honey," "My Love,"
> "Darling," "Sweetheart," "Pumpkin," etc. The couple had been married
> almost
> 70 years and, clearly, they were still very much in love.
>
> While the wife was in the kitchen, the man leaned over and
> said to his host, "I think it's wonderful that, after all these years, you
> still call your wife those loving pet names."
>
> The old man hung his head. "I have to tell you the truth," he
> said "I forgot her name about 10 years ago."