Showing posts with label not for young ears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label not for young ears. Show all posts

Monday, July 22, 2019

How Hot Is It?

I posted these two clips on Being Free recently and just had to share them here. If you have never watched the movie, you must! Biloxi Blues is so funny that all these years later, I crack up whenever I think of these scenes. I even added another scene here that I forgot to share on the other blog.







And this last one is not appropriate for children...



I said on my other blog that, in this movie, Broderick reminds me of a young Jerry Lewis.

Peace
--Free

Monday, September 6, 2010

How Many Words Is A Photo Worth?

After a night of making love the guy notices a photo of another man on the woman's nightstand by the bed.

He begins to worry. "Is this your husband?" he nervously asks.

"No, silly," she replies, snuggling up to him.

"Your boyfriend, then?" he continues. 

"No, not at all," she says, nibbling away at his ear.

"Is it your dad or your brother?" he inquires, hoping to be reassured. 

"No, no, no!  You are so cute when you're jealous!" she answers. 

"Well, who in the heck is he, then?" he demands.

 She whispers in his ear, "That's ME before the surgery."

Artfully Funny?

(A little on the risque side, this one!)

At the National Art Gallery in Dublin, a husband and wife were staring at a portrait that had them completely confused.  

The painting depicted 3 black men totally naked, sitting on a bench. Two of the figures had black penises, but the one in the middle had a pink penis.  

The curator of the gallery realized that the couple was having trouble interpreting the painting and offered his personal assessment.  

He went on for over half an hour explaining how the painting depicted the sexual emasculation of African Americans in a predominately white, patriarchal society.

"In fact," he pointed out, "some serious critics believe that the pink penis also reflects the cultural and sociological oppression experienced by gay men in contemporary society."

After the curator left, an Irishman approached the couple and said, "Would you like to know what that painting is really about?"

"Now why would YOU claim to be more of an expert than the curator of the gallery?" asked the couple.

"Because I am the artist who painted the picture," he replied. "In fact, there are NO African Americans depicted at all. They're just three Irish coal miners. The guy in the middle went home for lunch."