Originally Posted by
Jerry Oz
That's a good one. I heard that while golfing with Don Jr., he was suddenly overrun with the urge to use the bathroom. I suppose he should have avoided that extra slice of the most beautiful chocolate cake that you've ever seen.
"Oh no," said the Donald. "I don't think I can make it to the club house!"
"Well, Dad," said Junior. "Once when I was shamelessly shooting endangered wildlife in Africa, I went behind a bush and took care of business. Nobody saw a thing."
"But how would I wipe?", his father asked. "I don't have toilet paper."
"I used a leaf from the bush," his son replied.
"I can't do that," his father told him. "What if it's Poison Ivy or Poison Oak?"
"Good point. In that case, I'd pull out a dollar and wipe."
It was a good idea, so Big Don gave Junior his golf club so he could retreat and take care of business. Ten minutes later, he returned with a huge smile of relief on his face.
"I feel better! Let me have my club," he said. Don Jr. noticed that his outstretched hand was covered with poo.
"Dad! What the hell?," he asked. "I thought you were going to wipe by using a dollar."
"I did," his father told him. "But it's hard to avoid getting s*** on your hands when you wipe your a** with three quarters, two dimes, and a nickel."
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