Mr. Worldwide
A man boarded a plane and settled into his seat, glancing up just in time to see one of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on walking down the aisle.
To his surprise—and delight—she sat right beside him. Trying to sound casual, he asked, “Business trip or pleasure?”
She smiled politely and said, “Business. I’m headed to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston.”
The man nearly choked on his coffee but managed to stay composed. “That’s… interesting,” he said. “So what do you do there?”
“I’m a lecturer,” she explained.
“I give talks to debunk common myths about men and sexuality. For instance, studies show it’s actually Native American men—not African Americans—who are the most well-endowed. And despite what people say about Frenchmen being the best lovers, it’s actually men of Mexican descent. As for stamina,” she continued, “no one compares to Southern men.”
She paused, blushing slightly. “Oh dear, I probably shouldn’t be discussing this with you—I don’t even know your name.”
The man smiled, stuck out his hand, and said, “Name’s Tonto Gonzales—but my friends call me Bubba.”
