My teenage son came home and said, "Dad, I have a new girlfriend! -- Kerry."
"Oh yeah? What brought this on?" I asked.
He replied, "Well, she likes to talk a lot. The last time she kept talking and talking, I told her that if she kept blabbing away I would reach under her blouse, remove her bra, and let my hands roam all over the place."
"Well, that should have silenced her," I responded.
"Nope. It didn't do a thing. Kerry just kept on talking and talking. So, now she's my new girl friend."