If Hillary Clinton can run for office and not live in New York, I
was wondering if my wife and I could fly to New York on election
day, vote against her and fly home that evening. Maybe we could
even charter a flight for other concerned citizens. Meanwhile,
here is the first joke for today...

A homosexual went into a bar and met a big, burly man and they
soon left together.

The next day the homosexual came back in the bar, all battered
and bruised, with two broken legs and his head bandaged. The
bartender asked, "What the hell happened to you?"

"Well," the homosexual replied, "that man I left with yesterday
wined me and dined me, then took me up to his apartment and gave
me a bath, powdered me down and put me in a beautiful negligee.
Then he picked me up in his arms, carried me over to the window
by the moonlight and asked me, 'Are you my little nightingale?'
"I said yes, and he replied, 'Well, fly, you little fucker, fly!'
and threw me out the window!"

This next one made the rounds, so it *must* have been on another
joke list...I laughed even...

A couple of old guys were golfing when one said he was going to
Dr. Taylor for a new set of dentures in the morning.

His friend remarked that he had gone to the same dentist a few
years before. "Is that so?" the first said. "Did he do a good job?"

"Well, I was on the course yesterday when the fellow on the ninth
hole hooked a shot," he said. "The ball most have been going 200
mph when it hit me in the balls. That," he added, "was the first
time in two years my teeth didn't hurt."