It has long been contended that there are male jokes and there are female jokes. And there are unisex jokes. Here is a joke I consider a true female joke. I offer it to you in the hopes that women will love it and men will pass it along to a woman who will love it.  A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after work cocktail with her girlfriends when an exceptionally tall, handsome, extremely sexy  middle-aged man entered. He was so striking that the woman could not take her eyes off him. The young-at-heart man noticed her overly attentive stare and walked directly toward her (as all men will). Before she could offer her apologies for so rudely staring, he leaned over and whispered to her, "I'll do anything, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, no matter how kinky, for $20.00......on one  condition." (There are always conditions). Flabbergasted, the woman asked what the condition was. Then he replied, "You have to tell me what you want me to do in just three words." (controlling, huh?) The woman considered his proposition for a moment, then slowly removed a $20 bill from her purse, which she pressedinto the man's hand along with her address. She looked deeply into his eyes, and slowly, and meaningfully said.... "Clean my house."  (YOU GO GIRL!!!)

These three underage girls (blonde, brunette and redhead) walk into a bar.

A cop walks in and recongizes them and knows they were all underage. As he approached the girls, they all bolted.

They ran into an alley where there were three trash bags. With the cop coming, they quickly hid in the bags. The officer comes looking and kicks the first bag (where the brunette was) and she says "meow" and the officer says "oh it's just a stupid cat".

Then he kicks the next bag (where the redhead girl was) and she says "woof woof" and the officer says "it's only a stupid alley dog".

Then he kicks the last bag (where the blonde is hiding) and she says "potato's potato's."

I know I'm not going to understand women. I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider.