Three young executive women are at a cocktail party. The conversation turns to their position in life, and it’s very obvious that they’re trying to up-stage each other.

The first one says, “My husband is taking me to the French Riviera for two weeks on vacation,” and then looks at the others with a superior demeanour. The second one says, “Well, my husband just bought me a new Mercedes,” and looks about with considerable pride. The third woman who was the youngest says, “Well, to be perfectly honest with you, we don’t have as much money and we don’t have many material possessions. However, one thing I can tell you about my husband is that Eight canaries can stand shoulder to shoulder on his erect thing.” The other two looked at her with dropped jaws from the comment.

After a long uncomfortable silence, the first one looks shamefaced and says, “Girls, I’ve got a confession to make: I was just trying to impress you. You know that vacation I was telling you about? Well, it’s not to the French Riviera, it’s to my folks’ house in Wales for two weeks.” The second of the three woman then says, “Your honesty has shamed me. It’s not a Mercedes; it’s a Ford.” The third woman looked at the other two, “Well, I’ve got a confession to make myself: Canary number eight has to stand on one leg.”