Experience is something
I would have to admit
You
don't actually get
Experience is something
I would have to admit
You
don't actually get
Money can't buy you love they say
That
may be very true in someway
But
I would say without hesitation
Eighteen thirty girls will say after having sex
Something
polite though nothing to complex
You’d
never accuse these girls of being wise
The severity of the itch
As Physics will teach
Is
directly proportional
Three blondes were walking in a desert land
When
they found a lamp lying in the sand
Rubbing
from the lamp the sand they cleared
Then
with a puff of smoke a genie appeared
Saying,
“To show my gratitude this I will do”
“I
will grant three wishes, one for each of you.”
“I
wish I was more intelligent,” the first said
The
genie nodded and she became a redhead
The
second said, “I wish I were smarter yet”
With
another nod and she became a brunette
The
third said, “I wish to be smarter, if I can”
“Than
both of them” So she became a man
A medical journal, said apparently
That
nine out of ten doctors agree
That
one out of ten of them actually
Why do women, just as a new day is dawning?
Rub their eyes when they get up in the morning
It’s because they have nothing worth scratching