An insurance salesman was going to a three day convention in Florida where he stopped at an ocean side motel to stay the weekend. On his way early the first day he looked to the ocean where there was a pier. On the end was one lonely fisherman fishing away. When he returned that evening the same guy was fishing away at the same spot.
The following two days same deal, the guy was there in the morning and the evening. The third day after the convention the salesman decides to greet the fisherman and see whats up.
"Catch anything?" asked the salesman,
"yeah" said the fisherman as he holds up his stringer
"Come here often?"
"Not really, actually I'm on my honeymoon"
"Really? ...where's the little woman?"
"She's back at the motel"
"No kidding, shouldn't you be consummating your marriage instead of fishing?"
"Well you see...my wife there...she has a bad case of gonorrhea"
"Oh my gosh!" That's awful! Couldn't you at least make out with her?
"Well you see...my wife there...she has a bad case of pyorrhea"
"Good Lord! that's awful...couldn't you at least hug her...hold her close?"
"Well you see...my wife there...she has a bad case of diarrhea"
"Now let me get this straight...your wife has gonorrhea, pyorrhea and diarrhea? Why in the heck did you marry her?"
"Well you see....my wife there...she has worms, and you know how I love to fish!"
