Two women had been having a friendly lunch when the
> subject turned to sex.
>
> "You know, John and I have been having some sexual
> problems" Linda told her friend.
>
> That's amazing!" Maria replied, "So have George and I.
> We're thinking of going to a sex therapist" said Linda.
>
> "Oh, we could never do that! We'd be too
> embarrassed!" responded Maria.
> But after you go, will you please tell me how it went?"
>
> Several weeks passed and they met for lunch again.
>
> "So, how did the sex therapy work out, Linda?"
>
> "Things couldn't be better!", Linda exclaimed. "We began with a physical
> exam, and afterwards the doctor said he was certain he could help us. He
> told
us to stop at the grocery store on the way home
> and buy a bunch of grapes and a dozen donuts.
>
> He told us to sit on the floor nude, and toss the grapes and donuts at each
> other. Every grape that went into my vagina, John had to get it out with
> his
> tongue. Every donut that I ringed his penis with, I had to eat. Our sex
> life
> is wonderful, in fact it's better than it's ever been!"
>
> With that endorsement, Maria talked her husband into an appointment with
> the
> same sex therapist. After the physical exams were completed the doctor
> called Maria and George into his office. I'm
> afraid there is nothing I can do for you," he said.
>
> But doctor," Maria complained, "You did such good for Linda and John,
>
surely
> you must have a suggestion for us! Please, please, can't you give us some
> help? Any help at all?"
>
> "Well, OK," the doctor answered. "On your way home, I want you to stop at
> the grocery store and buy a sack of apples and a box
> of Cheerios......"
Two Jewish men,
"Sid" and "Al" were sitting in a Mexican restaurant. Sid asked Al, "Are
there any people of our faith born and raised in Mexico?"
Al replied, "I don't know, let's ask our waiter". When the waiter came by, Al asked him, "Are there any Mexican Jews?"
The
waiter said, "I don't know Senor, I'll go ask the cook". He returned
from the kitchen in a few minutes and said, "No sir, no Mexican Jews."
Al wasn't really satisfied with that and asked, "Are you absolutely sure?"
The
waiter, realizing he was dealing with "Gringo's", gave the expected
answer. "I will check again Senor" and went back to the kitchen.
While
the waiter was away, Sid said, "I find it hard to believe that there
are no Jews in Mexico. Our people are scattered everywhere."
The waiter returned and said, "Senor, the head cook says, No Mexican Jews!"
"Are you certain?", Al asked once again, "I can't believe there are no Mexican Jews!"
"Senor, I ask EVERYONE," replied the exasperated waiter, "We have Orange Jews,
Prune Jews, Tomato Jews and Grape Jews but no one ever hear of Mexican Jews








