Merle: "Hey, dude, did I ever tell you about my daddy's career as a janitor at the Playboy Mansion?"
Berle: "No, I'm afraid you failed to mention that illustrious chapter in your paterfamilia's life. Do tell, Merle."
M: "Well, he was cleaning out the ladies room there – you know, there's always a bunch of ladies hanging out at that place. That guy who owns the place is quite a ladies' man. When it came to cleaning the toilet, he saw something inside that perplexed him to no end. He was so confused that he went and got his partner for a second opinion."
B: "How curious. Was it jewelry or a cufflink or something like that?"
M: "Oh no, nothing like that. It looked like a raisin."
B: "Somebody put a raisin in the commode? How strange!"
M: "Oh, it was no raisin, Berle. My daddy told me he and his partner couldn't figure it out at all. Then in walked the owner of the place, Hugh somebody. They asked him, 'Sir, could you take a look at this?' And the guy went into the stall and took a gander."
"Well, the guy took one look at it and flushed, then walked out mumbling something. My daddy followed him out and asked what it was. You know what the guy said"?
B: "I've got no idea."
M: "He turned to my daddy and asked him, 'What? Haven't you ever seen a turd before? It must have been one of the supermodels. By the looks of it, the poor thing overate.' "
B: "Astounding."
Isn't it, though?
Hahaha, too funny!!
Definitely bad!
LOL