Burt joined a very exclusive nudist colony. On his first day
there, he takes off his clothes and starts to wander around.
A gorgeous blonde walks by and Burt immediately gets an erection. The
woman notices his erection, comes over to him and says, “Sir, did you call
for me?”
Burt replies, “No, what do you mean?”
She says, “You must be new here, let me explain. It’s a rule here that if
you get an erection, it implies you called for me.”
Smiling, she leads him to the side of the swimming pool, lies down on a
towel, eagerly pulls him to her and happily lets him have his way with her.
Burt continues to explore the colony’s facilities. He enters the sauna
and, as he sits down, he farts. Within a few minutes a huge, flabby, hairy
man lumbers out of the steam toward him. “Did you call for me?” says the
hairy man.
“No, what do you mean?” says Burt.
“You must be new here,” says the hairy man, “It’s a rule here that if you
fart, it implies that you called for me.”
The huge man easily spins Burt around, bends him over a bench and has his
way with him.
Poor Burt staggers back to the colony office, where he is greeted by the
smiling, naked receptionist. “May I help you?” she asks.
He yells, “Here is my membership card. You can have the key back, and you
can keep the $500 membership fee.”
“But sir,” she replies, “you’ve only been here for a few hours; you
haven’t even had the chance to see all our facilities!”
Burt replies, “Listen lady, I’m 66 years old; I get a hard-on once a
month, but I fart 15 times a day.