A guy says to his wife, "I'm in the mood for a 69er." She says, "It's that time of the month, but if you don't care, I don't care." They go into the bedroom, and are 69ing like mad dogs when the doorbell rings, so she tells him to answer the door. "But my face is a mess! I can't go to the door like this!" he says. She says, "It's just the postman. Answer the door, and if he says anything, just tell him you were eating a jam sandwich." So he opens the door and says, "I'm sorry about my mouth, I was eating a jam sandwich." The postman says, "I wasn't looking at the jam around your mouth, I was looking at the peanut butter on your forehead."
If I overstepped the boundaries, let me know and I'll find a Rock.
