"Where are you going?" asks Jill.
"I'm going to San Jose," says the geek, "to a UNIX convention."
Later, Jill's husband picks her up at the airport.
"How was the flight?" he asks.
"Oh, fine," says Jill. "I sat next to this guy I felt really sorry for."
"Why'd you feel sorry for him?"
"He didn't have any testicles."
"What?!" says the husband, "And just how did you learn *that*?"
"Because," says Jill, "he said he was going to a eunuchs' convention."
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