Zyxel

A little boy wakes up in the middle of the night, needing a bathroom very badly. He runs downstairs to where his mother is having tea with her friends. “Mommy, Mommy!” he yells. “I gotta pee, I gotta pee!” His mother is very embarrassed, but takes him to the bathroom; as she takes him back to bed, she says, “Now son, that wasn’t very polite. Next time, whisper instead, please.” The boy obliges as he goes to sleep. The next night, the boy wakes up needing the bathroom very badly again. He runs downstairs to where his mother is chatting with her friends. “Mommy, Mommy!” he yells. “I gotta whisper, I gotta whisper!” His mother is amused by the misunderstanding, but doesn’t bother to correct him; as she leads him back to bed, she says, “That was very good of you, son.” The next night, the boy wakes up needing the bathroom very badly again. He runs downstairs to where his father is reading the newspaper. “Daddy, Daddy!” he yells. “I gotta whisper, I gotta whisper!” His father replies, “Well, go ahead, son and whisper right in Daddy’s ear.”

A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand… Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk. She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk. He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching.. For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well. Then one day, the rancher’s widow said to the hired hand, “You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels.” The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night. One o’clock came, however, and he didn’t return. Two o’clock and no hired hand. Finally he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher’s widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him. She quietly called him over to her.. “Unbutton my blouse and take it off,” she said. Trembling, he did as she directed. “Now take off my boots. ”He did as she asked, ever so slowly.. “Now take off my socks. ”He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots. “Now take off my skirt.” He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light. “Now take off my bra..” Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor. Then she looked at him and said, “If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you’re fired.”