Kiss My A*&^

[Bigjeeze]

A group of Americans was touring Ireland. One of the women in

the group was constantly complaining. The bus seats are

uncomfortable. The food is terrible. It's too hot. It's

too cold. The accommodations are awful.

 

The group arrived at the site of the famous Blarney Stone.

'Good luck will be followin' ya all your days if you kiss

the Blarney Stone,' the guide said. 'Unfortunately, it's

being cleaned today and so no one will be able to kiss it.

Perhaps we can come back tomorrow.'

 

'We can't be here tomorrow,' the nasty woman shouted. 'We

have some other boring tour to go on. So I guess we can't

kiss the stupid stone.'

 

'Well now,' the guide replied, 'it is said that if you kiss

someone who has kissed the stone, you'll have the same good

fortune.'

 

'And I suppose you've kissed the stone,' the woman scoffed.

 

'No, ma'am,' the frustrated guide said, 'but I've sat on it.'