MISS WORLD Questions about Male Organs

MISS WORLD Questions

Question: Ms America, how do you describe a male organ in your country?
Ms America: Well, I can say that male organs in America are like
gentlemen.
Question: How can you say so?
Ms America: Because it stands every time it sees a
woman..........................
(Applause! Applause!)

Question: Ms Spain, how do you describe a male organ in your country?
Ms Spain: Male organs in our country are like our very own Bullfight or
Toro (Bull)
Question: How can you say so?
Ms Spain: Because it charges every time it sees an opening....
(Applause! Applause!)

Question: Ms Philippines, how do you describe a male organ in your
country?
Ms Philippines: Well, I can say that male organs in our country are like
gossip or rumors.
Question: How can you say so?
Ms Philippines: Because it passes from mouth to mouth......
(Applause! Applause! Standing Ovation! Applause! Applause!)

Question: Ms Iran, how do you describe a male organ in your country?
Ms Iran: Well, I can say that male organs in Iran are like thieves.
Question: How can you say so?
Ms Iran: Because they like to enter through the back door.....
(Applause! Applause! Laughter! Laughter! Applause! Applause!)

Question: Ms India, how do you describe a male organ in your country?
Ms India: Well, I can say the male organs in India are like laborers.
Question: How can you say so?
Ms India: Because it works day and night......
(Applause! Applause! Applause! )

Question: Ms Malaysia, how do you describe a male organ in your country?
Ms Malaysia: Well, I can say that Male Organs in Malaysia are like Proton
car.
Question: How can you say so?
Ms Malaysia: Look tough but actually very soft............................
(Applause! Applause! Laughter! Laughter! Applause! )

Question: Ms Singapore,how do you describe a male organ in your country?
Ms Singapore: Well, I can say that male organ in Singapore is very Kiasu
(Afraid to lose).
Question: How can you say so?
Ms Singapore: It always wants to rush in quick and leave 15 minutes before
the show is over
(Applause! Applause! Applause! Applause! Applause!)

lttile Johnny too smart for 1st Grade

"Johnny, what is your problem?"

Johnny answered, "I'm too smart for the first Grade. My sister
is in third grade and I'm smarter than she is!
I think I should be in the third-grade too!"

Ms Brooks had had enough, so she took Johnny to the principal's office..

The principal agreed that he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his
questions he was to go back to the first-grade and behave..
He started by asking Johnny some simple arithmetic..

"What is three times three?"
"Nine, Sir."

"How much is nine times six?"
"Fifty four."

And so it went with every question the principal thought a third-grade should know..

The principal looked at Ms Brooks and said,
"I think Johnny can go to third grade! He seems smart enough."

Ms Brooks said to the principal, "Let me ask him some questions?"
The principal and Johnny both agreed..
Ms Brooks asked, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?"
Johnny, after a moment, answered "Legs, Ma'am"

"What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"
"Pockets!"
"OK, what does a dog do that a man steps into?"
"Pants."
"What starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?"
"Coconut. !"
"What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?"
The principal's eyes opened really wide and before he could
stop the answer,

Johnny was taking charge..
"Bubblegum!"
"What does a man do standing up, a woman does! sitting down and
a dog does on three legs?"
"Shake hands, Ma'am."
"Now for some "Who am I" sort of questions, OK? First one..
You stick your poles inside me, you tie me down to get me up,
and I get wet before you do."
Johnny, quick as ever, answered, "Tent!"

"OK, a finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored..
The best man always has me first."

The Principal was looking restless and a bit tense..
But Johnny was on the ball with "Wedding Ring!"
"I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip..
When you blow me, you feel good."
"Nose."
"Right, I have a stiff shaft, my tip penetrates,
and I come with a quiver."
"Arrow."
"Good, now for the last one. What word starts
with an 'F', ends in K', and means a lot of heat and excitement?"
"Fire truck, Ma'am!"
The principal breathed a sigh of relief and
said to the teacher, "Send him to university!!!!,
I got the last ten questions wrong myself!"

surrogate father

The Jones's were unable to conceive children, and elected to use a
surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father
was to arrive, Mr. Jones kissed his wife and said, "I'm off. The man
should be here soon."

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer
rang the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. "Good morning madam. I've
come to..."

"Oh, no need to explain. I've been expecting you," Mrs. Jones cut in.

"Really?" the photographer asked. "Well, good! I've made a specialty
of babies."

"That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a
seat." After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"

"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the
couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor
is fun too; you can really spread out!"

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me."

"Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if
we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven
angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results."

"My, that's a lot of. . . " gasped Mrs. Jones.

"Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I'd love to be
in and out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that, I'm
sure."

"Don't I know it," Mrs. Jones said quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of
his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus in downtown
London."

"Oh my God!!" Mrs. Jones exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.

"And these twins turned out exceptionally well when you consider their
mother was so difficult to work with."

"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Jones.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to Hyde Park to get the
job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep,
pushing to get a good look."

"Four and five deep?" asked Mrs. Jones, eyes widened in amazement.

"Yes", the photographer said. "And for more than three hours, too. The
mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly
concentrate. Then darkness approached and I began to rush my shots.

Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just
packed it all in."

Mrs. Jones leaned forward. "You mean they actually chewed on your
...equipment?"

"That's right. Well, madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so
that we can get to work."

"Tripod?"

"Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big
for me to hold very long."

"Madam? Madam?... Good Lord, she's fainted!"