A lesbian wanted to have a baby. Naturally enough, she wanted nothing to do with filthy men (her girlfriend wouldn’t have approved anyway), so when she saw an advert for bottled semen she applied.
On arrival at the sperm bank the receptionist took her details then directed her to a room down a corridor. She knocked and went in and was met by the sight of a naked man sitting on a chair reading a newspaper. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry!” she said, embarrassed and a little shocked by this. “I seem to have come into the wrong room!”
“Artificial insemination?” said the man, looking up.
“Yes” she said.
“No, this is right,” he said “but I’m afraid we’ve run out of bottled semen. You’ll have to have it on draught.”