Stories of Men for Young Men and Anyone Who'll Dare

This is a genre perfected in the standing-room only bars, we call the bars botequinsof Brazil. They are jokes, or piadas, somewhat gross, as crude as the working class ditto joke books I found in Blackpool, England.

Story Number 1

This man, whose name is Bill, was a CEO of a big company. He was very popular, well-liked, and warm, especially towards the fragile part of humankind, women. Only one time did he feel scared. His heart almost played a trick on him.

He was rushed to the operating room and survived. He woke up even more scared than before. HIs chest was cold, cold, cold. He felt he was in the grip of the Grim Reaper. That coldness... He opened his eyes, oh, what a relief. It was his wife bent over him.

Later on, she got fed up with his carnal pecadillos and realized it would be a cold day in Hell and that was not Hell, MI when she herself would be CEO of this big corporation Bill had run before. Determined to enjoy the end of her menopausal days in a more care-free manner, she filled for divorce. Bill was somewhat upset; their son was disappointed. She moved out, he moved out.

A house is not a home when no one's living there

One evening, at a very elite party, with a no-host bar whose assorted drinks ran from single malt to double dose anything goes. Bill ran into his ex- . Boy, did she look good! Tan and tall and tender, "Don't know about the tender," he thought.

She was quite approachable, he was reproachable, nothing had changed. She was more, more... Desirable?

Watergate, where some plubers ran into deep do-do

They drank at the party, they drank at the hotel bar, they ended up hitting his 2,000 sq. ft. bachelor's apartment at the Watergate Hotel. He liked American History. They arrive, engage in small talk, he induces her to the bedroom, as drunk as a skunk, she protests,

"Ah, not over my dead body, no way!"

He mutters, "I see you haven't changed a bit!"


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