A guy says to his wife, "I'm in the mood for some 69."

 

She says, "It's that time of the month, but if you don't care, I don't care."

 

They go into the bedroom, and are 69'ing like mad dogs when the doorbell rings.

 

She says, "Answer the door."

He says, "But my face is a mess."

She says, "It's just the postman. Answer the door, and if he says anything, just tell him you were eating a jam sandwich."

 

He opens the door and says, "I'm sorry about my mouth, I was eating a jam sandwich."

 

The mailman says, "I wasn't looking at the jam on your mouth...I was looking at the peanut butter on your forehead."

 

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