I am the
queen of dirty jokes.
I’m not even
joking about this one (ha, get it?) I once won tickets to a comedy show for
having the dirtiest joke in the state of
Colorado. I’ve gone toe to toe with bar tenders, bull fighters and bag boys
and come out on top when it comes to know the most and the most horrendous
jokes.
It’s pretty
bad.
The worst
part? I learned them all in Catholic school. A lot of them, I picked up from
the priests. I don’t know if they got them from the confession of the guys who
write for South Park, but those Catholic priests know their raunchy comedy.
Supposedly,
according to my mother, being able to make grown men blush with my humor is not
something I should be proud of. But as a
young woman, I’ve been taught all my life that the boys are supposed to know
the bad jokes and I supposed to giggle and act offended. I’m really not
offended at all. Yeah, some of these jokes are super inappropriate, but what fun is life if you take everything too
seriously.
And I have
offended people before with my humor, but that’s why they invented the phrase “my
bad.”
Challenge to
my Readers:
Google a
dirty joke. Prepared to be disgusted. Commit it to memory. Whip it out the next
time the audience is appropriate. Or inappropriate. Whatever suits your fancy.
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