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