| Dad came home one day in an exceptionally hot mood and took his wife upstairs for some fun. Just when they were really getting into it, their young son entered the room and started to cry. "What's wrong, son?" the father asked. "Why are you crying?" "You're hurting my mommy," the little boy replied. "No, no," the father reassured. "I'm not hurting her. We are making babies." This seemed to calm the boy, and when he left the room the couple went back to their business. The next day the father came home from work and found his son on the steps, crying. "What's the matter NOW?" asked Dad. "It's those babies you were making with Mommy yesterday," the boy answered. "The mailman is upstairs eating them!" |
| Shortly after his spaceship landed on the moon, the astronaut debarked and began exploring the strange new terrain. He had walked for only fifteen minutes when he came upon a lovely young moon girl, who was busily stirring the contents of a meteoroid pot. "Hi," he said, introducing himself. "I'm an astronaut, here to discover everything I can about life on the moon." The moon girl stopped stirring long enough to throw him a smile. "How interesting it is that you are formed just like our moon men," she observed, looking him up and down. Pointing to her own, quite naked body, she asked, "And am I structured as are earth women?" "Yes, you are," answered the astronaut. "But tell me, why do you stir that pot?" "I'm making a baby," she said. And sure enough, a few minutes later, a baby appeared in the pot. "Would you like to see how we make babies on earth?" asked the astronaut, by now considerably aroused. The girl said she would, so the astronaut proceeded with a passionate demonstration. "That was enjoyable," she said afterward, "but where is the baby?" "Oh, that takes nine months," explained the astronaut. "Nine months?" she asked. "Then why did you stop stirring?" |