It's called the Octuplet Special or the Suleman Breakfast:

You get eight eggs, no sausage, and the guy next to you has to pay the bill..
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You get eight eggs, no sausage, and the guy next to you has to pay the bill..
The next morning the husband took a pair of underwear out of his drawer. 'What the heck is this?' he said to himself as a little 'dust' cloud appeared when he shook them out.

You could hear a muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagined the pain that poor Tom must have experienced. 

'Well,' she said, 'yesterday I went to the bathroom in the morning and heard a plink-plink-plink in the toilet and when I looked down, the water was full of pennies.'


down, the gentleman looked over at her and suggested, "Would you like a cocktail before dinner?" "Oh, no," said our circumspect fine example of southern womanhood, "What ever would I tell my Sunday School class?" Well, our gentleman was set back a bit, so he didn't say much until after dinner, when he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and asked, "Would you like a smoke?" "Oh my goodness no," said the woman. "I couldn't face my Sunday School class if I did." Well, our boy felt pretty low after that, so they left, got in his car and as he was driving the lady home, they passed the local Holiday Inn. He'd been morally rebuffed twice already, so he figured he had nothing to lose so he ventured forth with, "Ahhh . . . . Hmmmm how would you like to stop at this motel?" "Sure, that would be nice," she said in anticipation. The gentleman couldn't believe his ears, and did a fast U-Turn right then and there, and drove back to the motel and checked in. The next morning, after a wild and passionate night of the most incredible sex and perversions imaginable, the gentleman awoke first. He looked at the lovely Dixie darling lying there in the bed and with remorse thought, "What the hell have I done?!" He shook her awake and pleaded, "I've got to ask you one thing, what ever are you going to tell your Sunday school class?" The lady said, "The same thing I always tell them, 'You don't have to smoke and drink to have a good time'!"
She was stretched out on the back seat and I wanted to impress upon her that she must remain there.
The 87-year-old said, "Well, I eat rye bread every day. It keeps your energy level high and you'll have great stamina with the ladies."

We agreed to meet in a few days to exchange notes. Here's how it all went.