Joan Jokes

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    Joan, a widow who recently married a widower, was accosted by a friend who laughingly remarked, "I suppose, like all men who have been married before, your husband occasionally talks about his first wife?"
    "Oh, not any more," Joan replied.
    "What stopped him?" asked the friend.
    "I started talking about my next husband," replied Joan.

    Joan, the town gossip and supervisor of the town's morals, publicly accused her neighbor George of being an alcoholic because she saw his pickup truck parked outside the town's only bar. George stared at her for a moment, and said nothing. Later that evening, he parked his pickup truck in front of her house and left it there all night.

    Joan, who was rather well-proportioned, spent almost all of her vacation sunbathing on the roof of her hotel. She wore a bathing suit the first day, but on the second, she decided that no one could see her way up there, and she slipped out of it for an overall tan. She'd hardly begun when she heard someone running up the stairs. She was lying on her stomach, so she just pulled a towel over her rear. "Excuse me, miss," said the flustered assistant manager of the hotel, out of breath from running up the stairs. "The Hilton doesn't mind your sunbathing on the roof, but we would very much appreciate your wearing a bathing suit as you did yesterday." "What difference does it make?" Joan asked rather calmly. "No one can see me up here, and besides, I'm covered with a towel." "Not exactly," said the embarrassed man. "You're lying on the dining room skylight."

    Joan, the well proportioned secretary, spent almost all of her
    vacation sunbathing on the roof of her hotel. She wore a bathing suit
    the first day, but on the second, she decided that no one could see
    her way up there, and she slipped out of it for an overall tan.
    She'd hardly begun when she heard someone running up the stairs. She
    was lying on her stomach, so she just pulled a towel over her rear.
    "Excuse me, miss," said the flustered assistant manager of the
    hotel, out of breath from running up the stairs. " The Hilton
    doesn't mind your sunbathing on the roof, but we'd appreciate your
    wearing a bathing suit as you did yesterday."
    "What difference does it make," Joan asked rather calmly. " No one
    can see me up here, and besides, I'm covered with a towel."
    "Not exactly," said the embarrassed gentleman. "You're lying on the
    dining room skylight."

    Joan, a rather well-proportioned & near-sighted secretary, spent almost all of her vacation sunbathing on the roof of her hotel. She wore a bathing suit the first few days, but always removed her glasses for an even facial tan. After several days she decided that no one could see her way up there, so she slipped out of her suit for an overall tan. She'd hardly begun when she heard someone running up the stairs; she was lying on her stomach, so she just pulled a towel over her rear. "Excuse me, miss," said the flustered little assistant manager of the hotel, out of breath from running up the stairs. "The hotel doesn't mind your sunbathing on the roof, but we would very much appreciate your wearing a bathing suit as you have for the past week." "What difference does it make?" Joan asked rather calmly. "No one can see me up here, and besides, I'm covered with a towel." "Not exactly," said the embarrassed little man. "You're lying on more...

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