Our Neighbor of the Bad Jokes (Ned, for short) rarely sees Dearly Beloved without announcing, “I gotta good joke for you!”
Last week’s “joke” was about a method of birth control for people over 50. (He must know something the rest of us don’t as to why it is needed. )
DB was a little indignant and told him to speak for himself.
If The Full Monty director called DB and said they needed someone to fill in for an ailing cast member, he wouldn’t do it, but it would be because he didn’t want to stay up that late, not because he didn’t feel qualified.
(Why do they even bother to do research on whether men or women are more dissatisfied with their bodies? )
I’d forgotten about the joke (I’m being generous) until DB returned from a walk while ago and said, “Ned’s outside practicing birth control.”
“He’s working in his yard without a shirt on.”
At this time of the evening, there are lots of walkers and joggers on our street. I wonder just how wide Ned’s nudity broadcast frequency might reach.
I hope there is a good ballgame on TV. There may not be much action in the ‘hood tonight.