Morning Sex

She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our usual Soft-boiled eggs and toast for breakfast, wearing only the 'T' shirt that she normally slept in.

As I walked in, almost awake, she turned to me and said softly, “You’ve got to make love to me this very moment!"

My eyes lit up and I thought, "I am either still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day!"

Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave it my all; right there on the kitchen table.

Afterwards she said, "Thanks," and returned to the stove, her T-shirt still around her neck.

Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked, "What was that all about?"

She explained, "The egg timer's broken."

HAR! C&P'd!

Yesterday I lost my monitor. Thanks to you, Ron, I just lost my keyboard.

Choked on my coffee!

Sorry Ken, you want me to send you another one?

Naw, I hosed it oft with WD40, that stuff works real good.

Watch out, though, or your fingers'll keep slippin' off.

So, you've been there, done that Huh? How else would you know? Notice how WD40 takes the wrinkles out of the finger tips?

I know what I'm not replacing now... (tu)

The wife said that it would only work if they were "HARD BOILED". X(

This works much better when spoken than when written, but here goes..........

You know what a morner is?

Same as a nooner, only sooner.

Heard it before but still got a laugh out of it.

George Herschell

I left a dozen on the counter this morning but... No luck.. :(

Paul, did your wife ask you what you were doing with all those eggs in the kitchen while she ate her cereal?