A man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he settled in, he looked up and saw the most beautiful woman walking down the aisle. To his astonishment, she was heading straight toward him — and as fate would have it, she sat down right next to him.
Trying to sound casual but clearly thrilled, he smiled and asked, “Business trip or pleasure?”
She turned, smiled back, and said, “Business. I’m going to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston.”
He nearly choked on his own tongue. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen — and she was on her way to a convention of nymphomaniacs. Struggling to maintain composure, he cleared his throat and said, “Really? And what’s your role at this convention?”
“I’m a lecturer,” she said. “I use information from my personal experiences to debunk common myths about sexuality.”
“Oh?” he said, trying to sound scholarly. “And what kind of myths are we talking about?”
“Well,” she said, leaning in slightly, “one popular myth is that African-American men are the most well-endowed, when in fact it’s the Native American Indian who typically possesses that trait. Another is that Frenchmen are the best lovers — but studies show it’s actually men of Jewish descent. And as for stamina, it’s not the athletes or the city boys who come out on top. The men with the best endurance are Southern rednecks.”
The man blinked rapidly, his face turning the color of his seat cushion. The woman suddenly blushed and said, “I’m so sorry — I shouldn’t be discussing this with you. I don’t even know your name!”
He grinned, extended his hand, and said, “Tonto. Tonto Goldstein. But my friends call me Bubba.”