As ClupSnap is a photography community, I would like to share this joke on baby photography and it's without any dirty word. Enjoy the hilarious joke.
The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family.
On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, "Darling, I'm off now. The man should be here soon."
Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer ring the door bell. "Good morning Ma'am," he said, "I've come to.."
"Oh, no need to explain," Mrs Smith cut in, embarrassed, "I've been expecting you."
"Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?" he asked.
"Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat."
she said and she asked blushing, "Well, where do we start?"
"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes I do it on living room floor, it's fun too. You can really spread out there."
"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me."
"Well, Ma'am, I cannot guarantee a good one everytime. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you will be happy with the results."
"That's a lot!" gasped Mrs Smith.
"Ma'am, in my line of work I would like to take my time as I enjoy what I am doing. I'd love to be In and Out in 5 minutes, but I'm sure you will be disappointed with that."
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a truck." he said.
"Oh, my God!" exclaimed Mrs Smith.
"And these twins turned out exceptionally well, when considering their mother was so difficult to work with."
"Why was she difficult?" enquired Mrs Smith.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look while I was working hard."
"Four and five deep?" asked Mrs Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.
"Yes," the photographer replied proudly, "And for more than 2 hours too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I had to pack it all in."
Mrs Smith leaned forward, concerned and asked shyly, "Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh .... equipment?"
"It's true, Ma'am, yes. Well if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod and we can get to work right away."
"Tripod?" Mrs Smith puzzled.
'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long."
Poor Mrs Smith fainted.
Always laugh when you can, it's cheaper than medicine and helps relive stress.
