I'm funny

I got a lift to a meeting tonight, and as we left the car, my driver, the president of the committee, asked me if I was busy this weekend, you know, having a hot-and-heavy affair and all.

I said no... not unless you count Bob.

"Who's Bob?", he says.

"Well, "I reply, "it's my 'battery operated boyfriend'."

We were jaywalking, and the poor man doubled-over with laughter in the middle of the street.

Note to self: save the punchlines for the sidewalk.