George had taken his wife to the theater, but half way through the fist act he was busting for a leak. Then at interval he had a difficult time pushing through the crowd trying to find the Gents down one passage and around the next until he was somewhere backstage.
He was desperate, and when he discovered a fountain, surrounded by foliage, the effect of the tinkling water was the last straw. Nobody was about so he took out his willy and pissed into the fountain. It was a great relief.
He took some time finding his way back to his seat and when he sat next to his wife again he whispered, "Have I missed much of this
second act?"
"Missed it?" she said. "You were the star." |
