da hier aber der witze-fred und nicht der politik-fred ist:
An old married couple is lying in
bed one night.
The wife is curled up, ready to go
to sleep, and the husband turns his
bed lamp on to read a book.
As he’s reading, he periodically
reaches over to his wife and fondles
her special area.
He does this a few times, but only
for a very short interval before returning
to read his book.
The wife gradually becomes more and
more aroused assuming that her husband
is seeking some encouragement she gets
up and starts stripping in front of him.
The husband is confused and asks,
“Why are you taking off your clothes?”
His wife replies, “You were rubbing
me downtown. I thought it was foreplay.”
The husband says, “No, not at all.”
His wife asks angrily, “Well, what
the hell were you doing then?”
“I was just wetting my finger so I
could turn the pages.”