barbershop
 

John and Bill somehow ended up at
the same barbershop.


As they sat there, each being worked on by a
different barber, not a
word was spoken. The barbers were even afraid
to start a conversation,
for fear it would turn to
politics.


As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had
Bill in his chair
reached for the aftershave.


Bill was quick
to stop him saying, 'No thanks, my wife Michelle will
smell that and
think I've been in a whorehouse.'


The second barber turned to
John and said, 'How about you?'


John replied, 'Go ahead, my
wife doesn't know what the inside of a
whorehouse smells
like.'

Re: barbershop
 

:r :r