And On The Topic Of Voyeurism.
Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 2:51 pm
This just in:
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 God!" 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
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 God!" 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
