There was a mature gentleman wandering around in a
supermarket calling out at intervals, "Crisco, Cris--co!"

Finally a store clerk approached. "Sir, the Crisco is on
aisle five."

"Oh," replied the old gentleman, "I'm not looking for
cooking Crisco, I am calling my wife."

"Your wife is named Crisco?"

"Nah," he answered, "I only call her that when we come to
the supermarket."

"Oh? What do you call her when you are not in the
supermarket?"

"Lard ass."

I have heard that one, suprisingly when I tell it to women they don't think it is very funny, what's that all about?

Red

ROFLMAO