Two fleas from Detroit had an agreement to meet every winter
in Miami for a vacation.
Last year when one flea gets to Miami, he's all blue,
shivering and shaking, damn near froze to death!
The other flea asks him, "What the hell happened to you?"
The first flea ! says, "I rode down here from Wyandotte in the
mustache of a guy on a Harley."
The other flea responds saying, "That's the worst way to travel.
Try what I do.
Go to the Metro airport bar.
Have a few drinks.
While you are there, look for a nice stewardess.
Crawl up her leg and nestle in where it's warm and cozy.
It's the best way to travel that I can think of."
The first flea thanks the second flea and says he will give
it a try next winter.
A year goes by . . . . .
When the first flea shows up in Miami he is all blue, and
shivering and shaking again.
Damn near froze to death.
The second flea says, "Didn't you try what I told you?"
"Yes," says the first flea, I did exactly as you said."
I went to the Metro airport bar.
I had a few drinks.
Finally, this nice young stewardess came in.
I crawled right up to her warm cozy spot.
It was so nice and warm that I fell asleep immediately.
When I woke up, I was back in the mustache of the guy on the