Surrogate Father…LAUGH with DORAZ*

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The Smiths had no children and decided to use a proxy father to
start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr.
Smith kissed his wife and said, “I’m off. The man should be here
soon”.

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

“Good morning madam. You don’t know me, but I’ve come
to….”

“Oh, no need to explain. I’ve been expecting you,” Mrs Smith cut
in.

“Really?” the photographer asked. “Well, good! I’ve made a
specialty of babies.”

“That’s what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have
a seat. Just where do we start?” asked Mrs Smith, blushing.

“Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one
on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living
room floor is fun too; you can really spread out.”

“Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn’t work for Harry
and me.

“Well, madam, 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.”

“I hope we can get this over with quickly,” gasped Mrs
Smith.

“Madam, in my line of work, a man must take his time. I’d love
to be in and out in five minutes, but you’d be disappointed with
that, I’m sure.”

“Don’t I know!!” Mrs Smith exclaimed.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio
of his baby pictures. “This was done on the top of a bus in
downtown London.”

“Oh my!!” Mrs Smith exclaimed, tugging at her handkerchief.

“And these twins turned out exceptionally well when you consider
their mother was so difficult to work with.” The photographer
handed Mrs Smith the picture.

“She was difficult?” asked Mrs Smith.

“Yes, I’m afraid so I finally had to take her to Hyde Park to
get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five
deep, pushing to get a good look.”

“Four and five deep?” asked Mrs Smith, eyes widened in
amazement.

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

Mrs Smith leaned forward. “You mean they actually chewed on
your, er..,um.., ah…. equipment?”

“That’s right. Well madam, if you’re ready, I’ll set up my
tripod so that we can get to work.”

“Tripod??” Mrs Smith looked extremely worried now.

“Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It’s much
too big for me to hold while I’m getting ready for action. Madam?
Madam?

Good Grief, she’s fainted!!

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16 Responses

  1. a good laugh thanks for sharing it with us
    Bill

  2. I LOVE THIS! Thanks for the laughs! LOL

  3. ROFLMAO-)+

  4. A very big laugh !! That was too funny and amusing! How confusing things become when we don’t listen to what’s been told .. No wonder why people say listen more and talk less !

  5. LOL!!! Those last couple of lines finish off the story perfectly!

  6. THAT’s really funny………so much fun when one is misunderstood OR

    we hear but we’re not listening LOL…..

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