>> Brother Tyrone
>>
>>
>>  Tyrone asked his work buddy Robert one morning, "Man, why you always so
>>  damn happy when you come to work every day?"
>>  Robert replied, "That's because I make love to my wife every morning
>>  before
>>  work."
>>  Amazed, Tyrone asked him how he gets his wife to make love to him every
>>  morning.
>>  "That's easy," Robert said. "I just tell her this little poem that I
>>  made-up. She loves it! It goes like this:
>>  "Blond hair, blond hair, eyes so blue...
>>  I love waking up and making love to you!"
>>  Tyrone amazed said, "Man, you white guys is so dang sentimental and
>>  shit...."
>>  But he decided it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. So he spent the rest
>>  of
>>  the
>>  day thinking up a poem for his wife.
>>  The next day Tyrone showed up to work just all beat to hell; bruised
>>  eyes,broken nose, fat lip, the works.
>>  Robert asked, "Man, what happened to you?!"
>>  Tyrone said, "I don't know, man. I went home and tried your advice
>>  that's
>>  all. I just told her a poem...."
>>  "Well, what poem did you tell her?"
>>  Tyrone told him:
>>  "Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog...
>>  If I could roll your fat ass over, I'd do you like a dog. "
>>
>>
>>
>>
Be careful what you wear (or don't wear), when working under your
vehicle...especially in public. From the Sydney Morning Herald Australia
comes this story of a central west couple who drove their car to K-Mart only
to have their car break down in the parking lot.  The man told his wife to
carry on with the shopping while he fixed the car there in the lot. The wife
returned later to see a small group of people near the car.  On closer
inspection she saw a pair of male legs protruding from under the chassis.
Although the man was in shorts, his lack of underpants turned private parts
into glaringly public ones.  Unable to stand the embarrassment she dutifully
stepped forward, quickly put her hand UP his shorts and tucked everything
back into place.  On regaining her feet she looked across the hood and found
herself staring at her husband who was standing idly by.  The mechanic,
however, had to have three stitches in his head.