An old lady is rocking away the last of her days on her front porch, reflecting on her long life, when, all of a sudden, a fairy godmother appears in front of her and informs her that she will be granted three wishes.
“Well, now,” says the old lady, “I guess I would like to be really, really rich.” ***POOF*** her rocking chair turns to solid gold. She smiles and says, “Gee, I guess I wouldn’t mind being a young, beautiful princess.” ***POOF*** she turns into a beautiful young woman.
“Your third wish?” asked the fairy godmother. Just then the old woman’s cat wanders across the porch in front of them. “Ooh…can you change him into a handsome prince?” she asks. ***POOF*** there before her stands a young man more handsome than anyone could possibly imagine.
She stares at him, smitten. With a smile that makes her knees weak. He saunters across the porch and whispers in her ear: “Bet you’re sorry you had me neutered!”
Gary was depressed, he told his psychiatrist, because he thought he was gay.
“Why do you feel that way?”
“Because my father was a gay.”
“Being gay is not hereditary”, said the psychiatrist.
“My brother is gay.”
“That still doesn’t mean that you are”.
“My Uncle Bruce is gay. And my cousin Jeff is gay.”
The psychiatrist gave a concerned look and frowned.
“Does anyone in your family have sexual contact with women?”, he asked.
“Yes”, said Gary, “my sister does.”