A Real Sport
Bob answers his phone and a very sexy woman's voice says, "Hi,
Bob, this is Marsha, do you remember me?"
Bob says, "Uh, no not really."
"Well, we met at Eric's party about six to eight weeks ago. You
said I was a 'really good sport'."
Bob, with a big grin, "Oh yeah, how are you?"
"Well, I'm pregnant, and I'm going to jump out the window."
Bob, with an even bigger smile, "Hey, you really are a good sport."