The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a
surrogate father to start their family.

On the day the proxy father
was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said,
'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.'

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby
photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.

'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'

'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've

been expecting you.'

'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good.
Did you know babies are my specialty?'

'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and
have a seat'.

After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'

'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on
the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the
living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'

'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry
and me!'

'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But
if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven
angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'

'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith .

'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to
be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed
with that.'

'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of
his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said .

'Oh, my word!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.
'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider
their mother was so difficult to work with.'

'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith .

'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get
the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep
to get a good look'

'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith , her eyes wide with amazement.

'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours,
too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could
hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my
shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment,
I just had to pack it all in.'

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on
your, uh...equipment?'

'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up
my
tripod and we can get to work right away.'

'Tripod?'

'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's
much too big to be held in the hand very long.'

Mrs. Smith fainted

Excellent.

lol, amazing

A+++, would read again

Hehe...Ya I laughed so hard my stomach hurt while I read it!

Very clever, kudos!

Thanks but I can't take credit. This was sent to me... Just thought I'd share!

not appropriate if you ask me.

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Haven't heard this one in a while, but it still hasn't lost its charm!

Nathan Hobbs wrote:
not appropriate if you ask me.

Nikon user?
(sorry, couldn't resist! )


But yeah, it's a joke, some prefer late-night with Conan, some prefer Leno, some prefer Howard Stern.

not appropriate? great googly moogly.

Very good!

Brilliant

Hilarious!

Nathan Hobbs wrote:
not appropriate if you ask me.

Not from texas by any chance? :P Or utah?

deeprblue wrote:
Haven't heard this one in a while, but it still hasn't lost its charm!
Yep, it's about 30 years old, if not older

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I nearly wet my pants.

That ones reaching back to the 40's at least I think with modest text changes. My my poor Mr.s Smith still fainting at heavy gear.

I loved it, way better than any of mine

Great read, unless you're a prude.

vrey good and funny too

now if i could only remember it!

Old..

very funny thanks for sharing.