I went into a caravan showroom the other day and said to the salesman: "I'd like to buy a motorhome." He said "Camper?" I said "Oooo, get you, I'd like to buy a motorhome, sweety."
Three cowboys are sitting around a campfire telling stories of their bravado. Tom, the hand from Wyoming, says, “I must be the strongest, meanest, toughest cowboy there is. The other day a bull got loose in the corral. It gored six men before I wrestled it to the ground by the horns with my bare hands and castrated that sucker with my teeth.” Ben, from Idaho, can’t stand to be bested. “That’s nothing. I was walking down the trail yesterday, and a 15-foot diamondback rattler slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I grabbed that bastard with my bare hands, bit off its head, sucked the poison down in one gulp, and didn’t even get a bellyache.” Old Snake River Frank, the cowboy from Texas, remains silent, slowly stoking the campfire coals with his penis.
She takes her car to the nearest garage and asks for advice. The mechanic, seeing an opportunity, tells her that the best way to remove the dents is to blow up the exhaust. Courtney drives home and later that day, her flat mate hears huffing and puffing coming from outside. She goes out to investigate and sees Courtney on her hands and knees blowing as hard as she can in to the exhaust. "What you doing?" asks her flat mate. "Oh the man at the garage said I could remove the dents by blowing up the exhaust". Her flat mate bursts in to laughter her eyes streaming and says, "You'll never do it, Courtney', you've left the windows open".
