As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection. A thick slab of ham, a fresh bun, crisp lettuce, and plenty of expensive, light brown, gourmet mustard. The corners of his jaws aching in anticipation, he carried it to the picnic table in his backyard, picked it up with both hands, but was stopped by his wife suddenly at his side. "Hold Johnny (their six-week-old son) while I get my sandwich," she said.
He had him balanced between his left elbow and shoulder and was reaching again for the ham sandwich when he noticed a streak of mustard on his fingers.
He loves mustard.
He had no napkin.
He licked it off.
It was not mustard.
No man ever put a baby down faster.
It was the first and only time he sprinted with his tongue protruding. With a washcloth in each hand he did the sort of routine shoeshine boys do, only he did it on his tongue.
Later his wife said, "Now you know why they call that mustard "Poupon."
2007-02-19
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