Joke given to me, in reply, when I retold Connie's above joke to a buddy:
God pays a visit, routine check-up, on Eve. "Eve," says God, "I wanted to check up on how that body of yours is working out. After all, it's a new prototype model -- I don't make many featherless bipeds -- and it has a lot of moving parts. Any complaints?" "Just fine, thank you" says Eve, "except for one thing. Why in heck did you give me three breasts?" Seeing God's quizzical look, Eve continues, "Look, pal [er, Pal], with three my clothes won't fit; it's more weight to carry around; and more to sag. Besides, that third, middle breast has no useful purpose, unless a woman has triplets."
Says God, "Well, what would you like Me to do with?" "I don't care what You do with it," Eve replies. "Just find something else You can do with a useless boob."
So the Lord created Adam.
