It’s 1957 and Bobby goes to pick up his date, Peggy Sue.
Peggy Sue’s father answers the door and invites him in.
He asks Bobby what they’re planning to do on the date.
Bobby politely responds that they’ll probably just go to the malt shop or to a drive-in movie.
Peggy Sue’s father suggests, “Why don’t you kids go out and scr*w? I hear all of the kids are doing it.”
Bobby is shocked. “Excuse me, sir?”
“Oh yes, Peggy Sue really likes to scr*w. She’ll scr*w all night if we let her.”
Peggy Sue comes downstairs and announces that she’s ready to go.
About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly disheveled Peggy Sue rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her, and screams at her father, “Dad! The Twist! It’s called the Twist!”
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A man returns home early from work one afternoon to find his wife spread out on the bed, puffing and panting.
“What are you doing?” the man inquires.
“Err,” she stammers back. “I… um… I think I’m having a heart attack!” “Oh,” cries the gullible husband, “quick, I’ll call an ambulance!” He runs downstairs, picks up the phone, and begins dialing 911, when his son Johnny appears, sobbing his little heart out. “What’s the matter, son?” asks the father.
“Uncle James is in the closet with no clothes on, Daddy,” replies his tearful toddler.
Enraged, the man runs back upstairs, flings open the wardrobe, and finds his brother there absolutely n*ked, just as his son had said.
“You bastard, Jim,” screams the man. “My wife is over there having a heart attack and you’re running around n*ked scaring Johnny!”
