They make love for hours. Afterwards, as they lie in bed, the phone rings.

Since it’s the woman’s house, she picks up the receiver.

The best friend listens, only hearing her side of the conversation:

“Hello? Oh, hi… I’m so glad that you called… Really?

That’s wonderful… Well, I’m happy to hear you’re having such a great time… Oh, that sounds terrific… Love you, too. OK. Bye-bye.”

She hangs up the telephone and her lover asks, “Who was that?”

“Oh,” she replies, “That was my husband telling me about the wonderful time he’s having on his fishing trip with you.”

The wife replies, “No, I’ll live with my sister.”

Then the wife asks, “Will you marry again after I di:e?”

The husband responds, “No, I’ll also live with your sister.”

This playful exchange shows how humor can bring lightness to even serious topics. The couple’s banter reflects their deep bond and shared understanding, wrapped in love and laughter.

The bride sighed and began, “Oh, mother, the honeymoon was wonderful! It was so romantic, and we had a terrific time. But on our way back, Andy started using really horrible language. Stuff I’d never heard before—terrible four-letter words. You’ve got to come get me and take me home. Please, Mother!” she sobbed over the phone.

Her mother, concerned, asked, “But honey, what four-letter words are you talking about?” The bride hesitated, crying, “I can’t tell you, mother, they’re too awful! Just come get me, please!”

You see, I’m sterile. Not the kind of thing you bring up on a first date, right? I kept it a secret from my first girlfriend for as long as I could, terrified that if she found out, she’d leave me. After all, who wants to date someone who can’t have kids? Turns out, my fear wasn’t unfounded. When I finally worked up the courage to tell her, she left me. Boom—heartbroken, depressed, and spending the next year questioning my worth.

And so, my relationships after that? Well, let’s just say they didn’t lead anywhere either. The fear of rejection kept me from being fully honest, and I kept living in this cycle of doubt and disappointment. I started thinking, “Maybe I’m just not cut out for love.”

Then, about six months ago, I met someone new. She was amazing—funny, kind, and way out of my league (I’ll admit it). I fell head over heels in love with her, but there was that same old fear holding me back. “What if she leaves me too? What if she can’t see past this? I can’t go through this again…” But this time, something was different. I knew I had to be open with her—if I didn’t, I’d never know what could happen.

So, I did it. I told her everything. I waited for her reaction, heart pounding in my chest. And you know what she said? “That’s okay, we can always adopt in the future.”

Wait. What? That’s it? There was no dramatic exit, no angry words, no “I’m outta here.” Just understanding. And I—being the emotional mess I am—started crying. Not from sadness, but from relief. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. In that moment, I knew she was the one. I didn’t just want to be with her, I wanted to marry her.

Moral of the Story: Sometimes, the things we fear the most turn out to be much smaller obstacles than we imagined. We’re often scared of rejection, but true love isn’t about perfection—it’s about acceptance. Being honest might feel terrifying, but it could lead to something far better than you ever expected. So, take a leap of faith and be yourself—because sometimes, the right person is waiting for you to just be real.

4th Place:

While in line at the bank one afternoon my toddler decided to release some pent up energy and started to run amok. I was able to grab hold of her arm after receiving looks of disgust from other patrons. I told her that if she didn’t start behaving herself, right now, she would be punished. To my horror she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening. “If you don’t let me go right now, I will tell grandma that I saw you kissing daddy’s willy last night.”

After this enlightening exchange, the silence was deafening. Even the tellers stopped doing what they were doing.

I mustered the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow.

The last thing that I heard as the doors closed behind me were screams of laughter.

3rd Place:

It was the day before my 18th birthday. I was living at home, but my parents had gone out for the evening, so I invited my girlfriend over for a romantic night alone.

As we lay down in bed after making love, we heard the telephone ring downstairs. I suggested to my girlfriend that I give her a pigggy back ride down to the phone. Since we didn’t want to miss a call we didn’t have time to get dressed.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs the lights suddenly came on as a whole crowd of people yelled SURPRISE.

My entire family – Parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins as well as my friends, were standing there. My girlfriend and I were frozen in a state of shock and embarrassment for what seemed an eternity. Since then no one in my family has planned any surprise parties.

2nd Place:

A lady picked up several items at a discount store. When she finally got to the checkout she learned that one of the items had no price tag or bar code.

The checkout girl got on the public address system which boomed out across the store for everyone to hear. “Price check for Tampax super size.”

But it got worse. Someone at the rear of the store apparently misunderstood the word ‘Tampax’ for ‘thumbtacks’ and replied in a businesslike tone, his voice booming over the same public address system. “Do you want the kind that you push in with your thumb or the kind that you belt in with a hammer.”

1st Place:

And the winner is……

This happened at a major Australian University during a biology lecture.

A professor was discussing the high glucose levels found in semen. A young woman raised her hand and asked. “If I understand you correctly, you are saying that there is as much glucose in male semen as in sugar?”

The professor responded yes adding some statistical data. Raising her hand again the girl asked. “Then why doesn’t it taste sweet?”

After a stunned silence the whole class burst out laughing. The poor girl turned bright red and as she realised exactly what she had inadvertently said, she picked up her books and without
another word walked out of the class.

However as she was heading for the door the professors reply was a classic….

Totally straight faced, he answered her question. “It doesn’t taste sweet because the tastebuds for sweetness are on the tip of your tongue and not at the back of your throat.” lol
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Before Travis left for the party, Micaela wrote a cheeky message on his chest with a marker, complete with a sly warning to potential admirers: “This is my husband—touch him, and you’ll pay—M.” Travis laughed off the joke, promising to be home early despite his tendency to enjoy a few too many drinks.

However, later that evening, Micaela noticed something peculiar when Travis returned home. Beneath her original message, someone had scrawled a cryptic response: “Keep the change.” The words sent a shiver down Micaela’s spine, filling her with a growing sense of unease.

Travis brushed off her concerns, attributing the mysterious message to the playful antics of his friends at the party. But Micaela couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. She found herself replaying the events of the evening, wondering who could have written that ominous phrase and why.

As the days passed, Micaela’s suspicions continued to grow. She confided in her mother, who suggested a drastic measure: tracking Travis’s car using a GPS device. Micaela was hesitant at first, but her mother’s words echoed in her mind: “Don’t you want to know the truth?”

With a sense of trepidation, Micaela followed Travis’s car one evening, watching as he pulled into a driveway in an upscale neighborhood. Her heart racing, she observed as Travis conversed with a woman at the door, their conversation hushed and intimate.

Micaela’s world was turned upside down as she confronted Travis and the mysterious woman. But instead of the defensive response she expected, the woman offered a shocking statement: “You deserve better than this.”

In that moment, Micaela’s life changed forever. The revelation of Travis’s infidelity marked the end of their marriage, but it also signified a new beginning for Micaela. As she walked away from the wreckage of her relationship, she felt a spark of freedom and a newfound sense of strength.

The road to recovery was long and arduous, but Micaela emerged stronger and more resilient than ever before. She rediscovered her passions, reconnected with loved ones, and slowly rebuilt her life. In the end, Micaela realized that sometimes, it’s necessary to let go of something precious to discover something even more valuable: oneself.

Imagine going fishing with someone you love, sharing laughter, quiet moments, and the thrill of the catch. Now, picture that same experience years later, when one small fish brings back a flood of memories—so powerful that it brings tears to his eyes.

Why did he cry?

It wasn’t just any fish—it was the fish they had caught together during one unforgettable trip. The memories of that day, the bond they shared, and the love they had for each other all came rushing back. And in that moment, seeing that familiar creature once again, he was overwhelmed with emotion.

This story isn’t just about fishing; it’s about the power of memories and how a simple trigger can transport us back to cherished moments. Sometimes, even the smallest things can remind us of the people who meant the most to us.

What memory has brought you to tears?

Is it a song, a photo, or perhaps a shared experience that continues to live in your heart?

“This must be a mistake,” the husband said. “We barely stayed here!”

“No mistake,” the male receptionist said cheerfully. “The fee includes access to our Olympic pool, spa, and conference center.”

“But we didn’t use any of that!”

“Yes, but they were available to you,” he replied with a grin.

The husband scribbled a check for $50 and handed it to him.

“This is only $50,” he said, puzzled.

“That’s right. I’m charging you $300 for sleeping with my wife.”

“But I didn’t!” he protested.

“Well,” the husband said with a shrug, “she was available!”

One freezing night, my husband and I were jolted awake by the loudest pounding on the door. Grumbling, he dragged himself out of bed to see who it was.

When he opened the door, a man stood on our porch, soaking wet and shivering. “Excuse me,” the guy said politely, “can you give me a push?”

My husband scowled. “Are you serious? It’s three in the morning! And it’s freezing out here!”

He slammed the door and stomped back to bed, still muttering.

“Who was it?” I asked sleepily.

“Some guy wanting a push,” he replied, clearly annoyed.

“Did you help him?”

“Help him? No way! It’s pitch dark and pouring rain!”

I gave him a look that could melt ice. “Do you remember when our car broke down last winter? Those kind strangers who pushed us out of that ditch? Don’t you think it’s our turn now?”

With a groan of defeat, he got dressed and stepped outside into the cold as I watched from the window.

“Hey, where are you?” he called out to the guy.

“Over here,” the voice replied.

“Where exactly?”

“On the swing set!”

The look on his face when he stormed back inside, dripping wet, was priceless.

Gerard, Howard, and Norman were three successful brothers who wanted to outshine each other with the most impressive gift for their mother’s 90th birthday. They gathered at dinner to boast about their presents.

“I built a sprawling mansion for Mom,” Gerard said with a smug smile. “It’s got ten bedrooms, a library, and even an indoor pool.”

Howard chuckled. “That’s cute. I sent her a Tesla with a personal chauffeur who’s always on call. She’ll never have to drive herself again.”

Norman leaned back in his chair, his smile even bigger. “Amateurs. I sent Mom a brown parrot trained for twelve years by monks. It knows the entire Bible. All she has to do is name a verse, and it will recite it perfectly.”

A week later, their mother sent thank-you notes.

“Gerard,” she wrote, “the house is lovely, but it’s far too big. I only use one room, and I have to clean the entire place!”

“Howard,” she wrote, “the car is beautiful, but I don’t go out much, and the driver has a temper worse than your father’s.”

“Dearest Norman,” she wrote, “you’re the only one who truly understands me. The roast chicken was delicious. But it was pretty small.”

Norman realized his “biblical” bird had become dinner instead of delivering divine inspiration.