Wriggling

A BBC4 programme last night, on the great British seaside holiday, featured that classic joke, courtesy (I think) of Donald McGill:

Man to female shop assistant: “Excuse me miss, do you keep stationery?”

“Well, sometimes I wriggle around a bit.”

Sadly I’ve been unable to find a picture of the actual postcard. Googling for saucy postcards produces this, from a later period when they were just plain crude. Googling for “do you keep stationery?” comes up with other later versions, like this:

While vacationing in the hills of Arkansas, the big city man discovered he had no writing paper at all for his personal correspondence.

He went into the small town near-by and found only an old-fashioned country store. Behind the counter was a really nice looking young lass, quite obviously a local farm girl.

He asked, “Do you keep stationery?”

“Well,” she giggled, “I can…until I have an orgasm, then I just go plain wild and crazy!”

Laugh? No, I didn’t.

Then I googled “wriggle around a bit”. Don’t ask (nsfw).

And no, I didn’t mean “wiggle around a bit”.

Oh well. I still think it’s funny.