A little old lady is walking around in a supermarket calling out, “Crisco, Crisssssssco!â€
Soon an assistant manager approaches and says, “Ma'am, the Crisco is in aisle 3.â€
The old lady replies, “Oh, I'm not looking for the cooking stuff. I'm calling my husband. He's in here somewhere.â€
The clerk is astonished. “Your husband's name is Crisco?â€
The old lady answers, “Oh, no. I only call him that when we're out in public.â€
“I see,†said the clerk. “What do you call him at home?â€
“Lard ass.â€
Soon an assistant manager approaches and says, “Ma'am, the Crisco is in aisle 3.â€
The old lady replies, “Oh, I'm not looking for the cooking stuff. I'm calling my husband. He's in here somewhere.â€
The clerk is astonished. “Your husband's name is Crisco?â€
The old lady answers, “Oh, no. I only call him that when we're out in public.â€
“I see,†said the clerk. “What do you call him at home?â€
“Lard ass.â€
