deldaisy wrote:Now, men.... Men are like a fine wine.
They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the sh*t out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
You forgot the part about fermenting. But then again, with wine, you have a bouquet. With men, well, to have a bouquet acceptable for the table, you have to spray them down with scented hydrocarbons. Especially if they've been fermenting for a while.
Maybe men are more like cheap plonk: bad for the appreciator's health, and requiring a hefty dose of hydrocarbons to be even remotely acceptable.
For plonk, there is antifreeze, and for men, there's aftershave and deodorant.
Bouncy Castle wrote:
They're bringing out Viagra in the form of eyedrops.
They make you look hard.
Still, I prefer the similar joke from the third Austin Powers
"I swallowed a Viagra, but it got stuck in my throat. I've had a stiff neck ever since."
And here's a joke I just made up myself.
Recently, archaeologists have discovered an autobiography of a musician in Roman times.
It was titled I, Chordius
"What have you been doing since you stole that antique TARDIS of yours, since you first landed on Skaro? Shouting 'Look at me!!! I'm not fighting a war!', while you battle the Daleks all the way through space and time."