
Date: Fri, 12 May 2000 06:20:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: chris.germany@enron.com
To: molly.johnson@enron.com
Subject: A Little Humor

> >
> >
> >There's an old couple, both in their 80's, on a
> >sentimental holiday back to the place where they first
> >met.   They're sitting in a pub when he says to her
> >"Do you remember the first time we had sex together,
> >over fifty years ago? We went behind the bar.  You
> >leaned against the fence and I made love to you from
> >behind."
> >
> > "Yes, she say, "I remember it well."
> >
> >"OK," he says, "How about taking a stroll round there
> >again and we can do it for old times sake?"
> >
> >"Ooh Henry, you devil, that sounds like a good idea",
> >she answers.
> >
> >There's a man sitting at the next table listening to
> >all this, having a chuckle to himself.  He thinks,
> >"I've got to see this, two old timers having sex
> >against a fence.  So he follows them.
> >
> >They walk haltingly along, leaning on each other for
> >support, aided by walking sticks.  Finally they get to
> >the back of the bar and make their way to the fence.
> >The old lady lifts her skirt, takes her knickers down
> >and the old man drops his trousers.  She turns around
> >and as she hangs on to the fence, the old man moves
> >in.  Suddenly they erupt into the most furious sex the
> >watching man has ever seen.  They are bucking and
> >jumping like eighteen-year-olds.  This goes on for
> >about forty minutes.
> >
> >She's yelling "Ohhh God!" He's hanging on to her hips
> >for dear life.  This is the most athletic sex
> >imaginable.  Finally, they both collapse panting on
> >the ground.  The guy watching is amazed.  He thinks he
> >has learned something about life that he didn't know.
> >
> >After about half an hour of lying on the ground
> >recovering, the old couple struggle to their feet and
> >put their clothes back on.  The guy, still watching
> >thinks, 'That is amazing, he was going like a train.
> >I've got to ask him what his secret is.'
> >
> >As the couple pass, the guy says to them, "That was
> >something else, you must have been shagging for about
> >forty minutes.  How do you manage it?  Is there some
> >sort of secret?"
> >
> >"No, there's no secret", the old man says, "except
> >fifty years ago that fucking fence wasn't electric."
>
