An old Italian woman is riding the elevator in a very lavish New York City Office Building. A young and beautiful woman gets into the elevator and smelling like expensive perfume turns to the old Italian woman and says arrogantly:
"Giorgio - Beverly Hills, $100 an ounce!"
The next young and beautiful woman gets on the elevator and also very arrogantly turns to the old Italian woman and says:
"Chanel No. 5, $150 an ounce!"
About three floors later, the old Italian woman has reached her destination and is about to get off the elevator. Before she leaves, looks both beautiful women in the eye, bends over, and lets out a most foul-smelling fart. She leaves the stunned women in a cloud of funk, saying:
"Broccoli - 49 cents a pound."
"Giorgio - Beverly Hills, $100 an ounce!"
The next young and beautiful woman gets on the elevator and also very arrogantly turns to the old Italian woman and says:
"Chanel No. 5, $150 an ounce!"
About three floors later, the old Italian woman has reached her destination and is about to get off the elevator. Before she leaves, looks both beautiful women in the eye, bends over, and lets out a most foul-smelling fart. She leaves the stunned women in a cloud of funk, saying:
"Broccoli - 49 cents a pound."
6 comments:
There are people like the old Italian woman in each office. They are not afraid to let go their farts!
as you grow old, u no longer have full control of your bodily funtions,....nor when u r drunk, the hands have a mind of their own!!!
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Unlike the waiter n the spoon joke, this one on the old woman wasnt a good one.
Jefus,
I like your comments.
When you are old, you don't have control of your hands. They move like octopus' tentacles.
God forbid when you grow senile!
the malaysian version of this joke, "petai, tiga puluh sen!"
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