Sorry but someone sent it to me on Facebook and it made me laugh - had to share!

I PLAY GOLF ON FRIDAYS!

Ellen and her husband Bob went for counselling after 25 years of marriage.

When asked what the problem was, Ellen went into a passionate,painful

tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 25 years they had been married.
 

She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness,

feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of unmet needs she had endured over the course of their marriage.

Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time,  the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after asking Ellen to  stand, embraced her, unbuttoned her blouse and bra, put his hands on  her breasts and massaged them thoroughly, while kissing her passionately as her husband Bob watched with a raised eyebrow!

Ellen shut up, buttoned up her blouse, and quietly sat down while basking in the glow

of being highly aroused.

The therapist turned to Bob and said, 'This is what your wife needs at least three times a week..

Can you do this?'

Bob thought for a moment and replied, 'Well, I can drop her off here on
Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play golf."

I bet a painful truth for many lies in the above, alas.

i read a similar one the other day. I wonder if the same jokes are made about men who are more famous for being sensual( like French or Italians) ?

A cruise ship founders on a reef, and a man just manages to swim some miles and crawl up on a desert island. After recovering from the ordeal, he begins to explore and finds to his great surprise (and pleasure) that the only other survivor of this terrible tragedy is Cindy Crawford.
They build a lean-to and find some food and water. After a few weeks, it becomes clear that help is not on the way, so they start to get intimate. The guy is clearly ecstatic for a couple of weeks, but one morning she awakes to find him moping under a tree.
"What's the matter?" Cindy says: "Is there anything I can do?"
"Well, I am a little shy about asking you," he replies: "But could you take some of that charcoal from the fire and paint a mustache on your face?"
"A mustache? Well... I... I suppose so", and she does it.
"Now, there's just one other thing. Can I call you Bob... like my friend?"
"Bob? Well... if it will make you feel better... all right."
"Great!" he cries, looks at her and says: "Bob! You're never gonna believe who I'm fucking!"

on the bob theme"bigamny is the only time when two rites make a wrong"