The story that begins this brief succession of jokes is bright in color, and is characterized by having both a psychotic and a political character. People who do not like politics or sycalypse should refrain from reading it. A certain individual came to a urologist’s office and said, “Doctor, I’m here to see you because my balls hurt.” That plebeian word used the subject without any modesty. “My lord,” the doctor admonished him, “I beg you to refrain from using vulgar expressions in my presence. My receptionist and my nurse can hear you, and that will offend them. to the part that hurts you say “testicles”, “testes”, “didimos” or “compañones”, that our rich language has all those synonyms available to designate these male attributes. Or, better yet, let’s agree on some word key to allude to them, with which we will avoid embarrassing my companions. Say: ‘Doctor: the regidores hurt me.’ popular representatives. The doctor then proceeded to examine his patient, and then prescribed some drugs for his condition. Some time later, the individual and the doctor ran into each other at the supermarket. “How are you, friend?” The doctor asked the guy. “How are the councilors doing?” “The aldermen are fine now, doctor,” replied the man. “But I’m going to go see him again, because now the one who can’t get up is the president of the H. Ayuntamiento.” The Prince of Wales visited a small island in the South Seas belonging to the vast empire of His Britannic Majesty. Until recently, the natives of Kara – that was the name of the island – had practiced cannibalism, but with the arrival of the white man they abandoned such a barbaric custom and adopted the barbaric customs of civilization. “They are no longer cannibals,” the island’s governor, Sir Mortimer Highrump, assured the Prince. When the illustrious visitor arrived in Kara, he was received at the pier by Queen Yamba, sovereign of the island, a robust woman who weighed nearly 200 kilos. As he escorted her to her throne, the Prince gallantly told her: “May I offer Your Majesty my arm?” “No, thank you,” the queen declined. “I’ve already eaten.” The story that ends this series of comics is also risky. People with scruples, refrain. Miss Daisy Mae, an old lady who lived alone on her small farm, commissioned the village carpenter to make her a new latrine, since hers was already well used. The man did the work, and promptly handed Miss Daisy the receipt for payment for the work. The old woman told him that she would test the latrine for a few days before paying him. When the carpenter showed up again to collect from her, Miss Daisy Mae told him that she would not pay him for her work. “Why?” – the subject was surprised. The old lady replied: “The latrine has a serious problem.” “What’s wrong with you?” the man wanted to know. “Look at the seat,” she asked him. The carpenter watched him. He then asked, “What about the seat?” The old woman replied: “Take a closer look at it.” The guy brought his face closer to the seat. “Closer yet,” demanded Miss Daisy. She obeyed the carpenter, and then, straightening up, she went, “Ouch!” The old woman asked: “What happened to him?” The carpenter answered, pained: “The hairs of my mustache got stuck in the cracks in the wood.” “Well,” said Miss Daisy Mae then, “now you know what’s wrong with the seat.” FINISH.
LOOKOUT
By Armando SOURCES AGUIRRE
Stories of the creation of the world
The Lord made the chimpanzee.
He made the gorilla.
He made the orangutan.
And together with them he made man.
Then he blew into each one’s nostrils to breathe into them the breath of life.
The gorilla, chimpanzee and orangutan behaved normally.
But man began to think, he began to speak, he began to decide, and he began to sin.
The Spirit saw that and commented to the Creator:
I’m afraid you blew too hard on this one.
Until tomorrow!…
MANGANITES
By AFA.
“. They put fences on buildings to protect them on the occasion of Women’s Day.”.
Either they are fools or scoundrels,
their demands are not explained:
many husbands beg
put fences on them too.
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