Evening all. I am back at my parents-in-law. And I hurt. I have now had my vasectomy and have to go on a weeks long fast from intercourse. How I am going to last that long is beyond me!
On the bright side, I am with my wife again, having spent the last few nights alone. And even better, I have seen my children. My son was asleep when I arrived, but my daughter was awake. She saw me sitting on the sofa and jumped onto my lap. Did I mention my operation?
It is great seeing them, even though me son slept through me putting him in his cot. My daughter wanted me to read her a story, which I love to do normally, and now, after not seeing her since Sunday how could I refuse.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the joke. Maybe I need to post this as a mature blog...
Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a land far far away (a saloon in the Wild West), the town idiot enters and screams, “Black Hand is coming. He’ll kill everyone!” A commotion starts and Joe, a lone traveller, looks on in amazement. The bartender is about to rush off, but Joe stops him with a cocky attitude. “You! What the hell is going on?” “Black Hand is coming. He’ll kill everyone!"
“What a load of nancies!” Joe thinks, and carries on sipping on his drink. Nothing happens for ten minutes. All of a sudden, someone kicks the doors off their hinges. A huge man is blocking out the sunlight. He wears black leather gloves with mettle mesh wrapped round them, his arms are thicker than a woman’s waist and his face is the scariest thing Joe’s ever seen in his life.
“Blow me!” screams the man as he flops out his foot-long flaccid man-piece. Terrified, Joe obeys. After a minute, the man commands, “Faster!” Joe obeys. “Faster, you sissy!” he thunders. Miffed, Joe plucks up the courage to speak. “What’s with all this? Why so fast?” he snaps. “Did you not hear?” replies the giant nervously, “Black Hand is coming. He’ll kill everyone!”
