As a child it was not uncommon for an older youth to ask if I wanted to hear a dirty joke – After my affirmative answer the response would come – “A pig fell into a mud puddle” followed by a hard laugh on their part while I thought it was stupid and that it wasn’t really even a joke.
I was just 14 years old and in my bed when my grandfather came to visit with my parents over hard drinks. With my bedroom door open and at the top of the stairs I could clearly hear my light hearted grandfather tell the first real dirty joke I had ever heard.
It went something like this…
A young couple were out parking in their car and began fooling around. As they became heated up a police man pulled up beside them and they were arrested.
They were put into adjoining jail cells for safe keeping and left alone while their parents were sent for. Soon the couple were billing and cooing through the thin wall between them and they heated up again.Then the boy took out his pocket knife and carved a hole in the wall with instructions to her that he was going to stick “IT” through so she could hop on and they could have their fun.
He told her that any time she wanted more she was to rap on the wall three times.
Meanwhile her father had arrived, picked up his daughter and the maid was sent in to clean the cell. As she brought in her cleaning supplies – her mop fell and struck the wall three times. As he stuck “IT” through the hole in the wall. The maid yelled, “Eek!, A bald headed mouse.”
That became my vision of a man’s thingy(?) until I had experiences of my own.
I remember a very similar version of this joke told to me at school when I was in 7th or 8th grade.