I put this joke in a thread where a guy was looking for advice about a skunk under his barn. I got a few PM's asking me to put it in the joke section so here it is. I hope it does not offend the ladies.
So there was this old Polish lady who befreinded a skunk while living with her son in America. As she was in rather poor health, her dying wish was to be buried in the old country next to dearly departed husband Lech. One day she was telling one of her oldest, dearest freinds that she was planning on going back to the old country but could not bear to leave her pet skunk behind so she was going to smuggle it on the plane in her pantyhose. Her freinds eyes grew wide and she blurted out "for God's sake what about the smell?" She said "well if it dies it dies"
