The Polite Way to P'e'e

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The Polite Way to P'e'e 💦
During one of her daily classes, a teacher trying to teach good manners, asked her students the following question:

"Michael, if you were on a date having dinner with a nice young lady, how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?" ☺

Michael said: 'Just a minute I have to go p'e'e.' 😠

The teacher responded by saying: 'That would be rude and impolite'

What about you Sherman, how would you say it?'

Sherman said: 'I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back.' 😶

'That's better, but it's still not very nice to say the word bathroom at the dinner table. 😏

And you, little Johnny, can you use your brain for once and show us your good manners? 😠

Johnny said: 'I would say: Darling, may I please be excused for a moment? I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, whom I hope to introduce to you after dinner.' 😳😳
The teacher fainted...😂
--An old guy, a young man, an old woman, and a young women are all riding in a train--
The two women were facing the two guys in the same compartment.
As the train was going crossing the countryside, it enters a tunnel, and everything becomes dark.

While in the tunnel, you hear a KISS then a SMACK.

When the train leaves the tunnel, the young guy is rubbing his face as if he was smacked.

The old lady thinks:

“He must’ve tried to kiss the young lady and needed up getting smacked.”

The young lady thinks:

“He must’ve tried kissing me and ended up kissing the old lady and she smacked him.”

The young guy thinks:

“The old guy must’ve tried to kiss the old lady and she tried to hit him but hit me by accident.”

The old guy thinks:

“On the next tunnel I am going to kiss my hand again and smack the young guy again.”

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