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![]() Samantha: I was once told I wouldnt' be able to get backstage to see Mick Jagger. Well I did get backstage...and I blew him. [Silence] Excuse me... I don't know if this is an appropriate question to ask... Lady: I think we passed appropriate a few seconds ago. Samantha: What kind of cancer do you have? Lady: Breast. Samantha: Breast! Me too. I'm curious...Do you have children? Lady: I'm a nun. Samantha: You have none. Lady: No, no, no...I AM a nun. But that doesn't mean that I didn't enjoy your Mick Jagger story. Samantha: I thought that nuns had to wear... Lady: Oh, I haven't worn a habbit in years. Samantha: So then...you don't have sex? Lady: No. Samantha: Never had sex? Lady: No. Samantha: Ohh. [thoughtful silence] Just one more. Lady: Go right ahead. Samantha: Are you allowed to masturbate? Lady: [thinking] I never asked. But thanks for getting my mind off cancer for the first time in a week. Samantha: Happy to help. |
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