Sex Convention
ebaum
Published
10/23/2006
A man takes his seat on a plane to Chicago and realizes the woman next to him is hot.
“Business trip or vacation?” he asks.
“Business,” she replies. “The annual sex convention.”
“What are you doing there?”
“Giving a lecture about the myths and truths of sexuality,” she answers.
“Like what?” asks the guy.
“People think African men are the most endowed, but it’s actually Native American men,” she says. “And another myth is that Frenchmen are the best kissers, when it’s actually men of Jewish descent. Also, a recent survey found that Cajuns are the best lovers of any ethnicity.”
Blushing, the woman adds, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be saying all this. I don’t even know your name.”
“Tonto,” says the man. “Tonto Goldstein. But my friends call me Boudreaux.”
“Business trip or vacation?” he asks.
“Business,” she replies. “The annual sex convention.”
“What are you doing there?”
“Giving a lecture about the myths and truths of sexuality,” she answers.
“Like what?” asks the guy.
“People think African men are the most endowed, but it’s actually Native American men,” she says. “And another myth is that Frenchmen are the best kissers, when it’s actually men of Jewish descent. Also, a recent survey found that Cajuns are the best lovers of any ethnicity.”
Blushing, the woman adds, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be saying all this. I don’t even know your name.”
“Tonto,” says the man. “Tonto Goldstein. But my friends call me Boudreaux.”
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