There was a young woman, it seems, that was getting married. So she went and asked her mother for some advice about the Honeymoon night. "Mummy, what should I do on that night?" "What ever do you mean, dear?" her mother asked. "Well, I mean ... I'm imbarrased to ... you know ... undress infront of Charles." "Oh," her mother said, "That's not a problem. Men just "know" what to do when it comes to that sort of thing. I mean, your father knew and I suppose your grandfather knew ... When they have you in the room they'll say, ' Oh, I seem to have run out of cigarettes ...' and then they'll leave and you can get yourself all prettied up."
So, when the girl and her husband arrived in the hotel room she was waiting when suddendly the man said, "Hmmm. I seem to have run out of cigarettes. I'll go down and get some." No sooner had the door shut than she jumped and grabbed her suitcase, ripped off her clothes, put on her nightgown, fixed her make-up and hopped into bed, puffing up the pillows and spreading out the covers, all nice-like. Soon as she'd finished in walked the groom. He looked at her and said, "What are you doing there? We haven't even had lunch yet?"
- David Tynan O'Mahoney (July 6, 1936 – March 10, 2005), better known as Dave Allen, was an Irish comedian, popular in Britain and Australia in the 1960s and 1970s. His act was typified by a very relaxed, intimate style — he would sit on a chair, smoking and holding a glass of whiskey — and would often make jokes about the Catholic church. Along with his seated stand-up routines, his television shows were interspersed with sketch comedy.
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