An oldie from Barb… 

A man boarded an airplane and quietly took his seat. As he settled in, he noticed a striking woman boarding the plane. She headed straight towards him and, as fate would have it,took the seat next to his. Eager to strike up a conversation, he blurted, “Business trip or pleasure?”

Turning toward him, she smiled and replied, “Business. I’m attending the annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Chicago.”

Swallowing hard and struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, “And what exactly is your business role at the convention?”

“Lecturer,” she responded. “I use information that I’ve gained from my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular myths about human sexuality.

“Really!“ he said. “And what might some of those myths be?”

“Well,” she explained, “one popular myth is that African-American men are the most well-endowed of all men when in fact it is the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another common myth is that Frenchmen are the greatest lovers when in actuality it’s men of Jewish descent who are the best.  I’ve also discovered that the lover with by far the greatest stamina is the southern redneck…”

Suddenly the woman became uncomfortable and blushed. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I really shouldn’t’t be discussing any of this with you. I don’t even know your name.”

“Tonto,” the man said. “Tonto Goldstein. But my friends call me Bubba.”