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"I believe you have the wrong number," said the old gentleman into
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the phone. "You'll have to call the weather bureau for that information."
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"Who was that?" his young wife asked.
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"Some guy wanting to know if the coast was clear."
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Francis Ford Coppola presents a George Lucas Production:
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"Fortune Cookie"
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Directed by Steven Spielberg.
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@ -401,26 +401,6 @@ handsome, young man, with dark hair, dressed in a dashing uniform.
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As they gaze at each other in adoration, the prince leans over to
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the woman and whispers into her ear, "Now, aren't you sorry you had me
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fixed?"
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An Israeli soldier was checking travelers' papers on a road, when a
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man and a heavily pregnant woman on a donkey came by. "Your names, please?"
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said the soldier.
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"My name is Mary," said the woman.
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"And mine is Joseph," said the man.
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"Oh," said the soldier, a little taken aback, "And where are you
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going?"
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"To Bethlehem."
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"Your reason for going there?"
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"To pay our taxes to the government."
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"Tell me," said the soldier, "are you going to name the baby Jesus?"
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"Of course not," said the woman, "What do you think we are, Puerto
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Ricans?"
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An old maid wanted to travel by bus to the pet cemetery with the
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remains of her cat. As she boarded the bus, she whispered to the driver,
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"I have a dead pussy."
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The driver pointed to the woman in the seat behind him and said,
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"Sit with my wife. You two have a lot in common."
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"Anything else, sir?" asked the attentive bellhop, trying his best
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to make the lady and gentleman comfortable in their penthouse suite in the
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"Anything for your wife, sir?" the bellhop asked.
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"Why, yes, young man," said the gentleman. "Would you bring me
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a postcard?"
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%
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Are you a Young Urban Professional Woman? If so, you know how
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Yuppie women are; cold, ruthless bitches with no time for love, and only
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an occasional weekend for sex. Your one "hot date" with Joe Fastrack,
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rising corporate star, ended in disaster. Yesterday you heard him telling
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a friend over lunch, "The woman must masturbate with popsicles!" Well,
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all is not lost! SofSqueeze can change your nickname to Electrolux in just
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15 minutes a day!
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SofSqueeze is a pressure sensitive device (divided into appropriate
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sections) that plugs into the serial port of most home computers. Through
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the magic of biofeedback, SofSqueeze teaches you control over your vaginal
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muscles. With our exciting, easy-to-follow software you'll master the
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"Cincinnati Squeeze", the "Irresistible", the "California Crusher", and,
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of course, the perennial favorite, "Milking Time Down on the Farm". Or,
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using our exclusive Interactive Mode, invent your own!
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SofSqueeze is made of sturdy ABS plastic, and is completely
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immersible for easy cleaning. SofSqueeze's flesh-toned exterior is finely
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textured for a realistic effect. Requires 4K RAM, a DB25 serial port and
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limited graphics capability. Comes fully assembled, with 4 AA batteries.
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Attracted by repeated newspaper advertisements, and realizing that
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his waist had gone both East and West despite his daily racquetball, a young
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executive appeared at a local health resort. Looking over the several weight
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loss plans offered, he selected one guaranteed to reduce his weight by two
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pounds per day. After a light breakfast, and a almost non-existent lunch, he
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was escorted to a large room, where a young, attractive woman told him that
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"if he caught her, he could have her". After an hour of hard running, he
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finally gave up; and weighing himself, was comforted to realize that he had
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lost just under three pounds. Returning the next week, he chose the plan that
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was to reduce his weight by four pounds per session. After following the same
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regimen, he was again escorted to a large room, but after two hours of running,
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he caught the young woman. Weight loss, just over four pounds. Returning the
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following week, he chose to lose eight pounds in a single day. He was shown
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to the largest room he'd seen, by far, where he was confronted by a extremely
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muscular, burly man, who looked him square in the eye, flung his towel into
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a corner, and snarled, "You know the rules. Start running!"
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Barbra Walters was doing a documentary on the customs of American
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Indians. After a tour of a reservation they were on, she was curious as to
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the number of feathers in the headdresses. She asked a brave who had only
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one feather in his headdress. His reply was, "Me have only one squaw, me
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have only one feather." She asked another brave, feeling the first fellow
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was only joking. This brave had four feathers in his headdress. He replied,
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"Me have four feathers, because me sleep with four squaws."
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Still not convinced the number of feathers indicated the number of
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squaws involved, she decided to interview the Chief. Now the Chief had a
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headdress full of feathers which, needless to say, amused Ms. Walters.
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Ms. W: "Why do you have so many feathers in your headdress?"
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Chief: "Me Chief, me fuck-em all, big, small, fat, tall,
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me fuck-em all."
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Ms. W: "You ought to be hung!"
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Chief: "You damned right, me hung. Big like buffalo, long like snake."
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Ms. W: "You don't have to be so hostile!"
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Chief: "Hoss-style, dog-style, wolf-style, any-style, me fuck-em all."
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Ms. W: "Oh, dear!"
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Chief: "No deer, me no fuck deer. Asshole too high and fuckers run
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too fast."
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%
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Before he went off to the wars, King Arthur locked his lovely wife,
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Guinevere, into her chastity belt. Then he summoned his loyal friend and
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last night, nothing!"
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"Nothing?" his pal asked. "How come?"
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"Hey, you ever tried putting a marshmallow in a parking meter?"
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%
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But among the children of the Great Society there were those whose
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skins were black. And lo! Their portion was niggardly, and of the fatted
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calf they were sucking hind teat...
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Now it came to pass that a prophet rose up amongst them, and they
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called him King. And he went unto Pharaoh and said, "Let my people go to
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the front of the bus."
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But Pharaoh answered: "In the fullness of time and with all
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deliberate speed shall this thing come to pass. When ye shall prove
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yourselves worthy, shall ye have your just portion -- yea, verily, like
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unto a snowball in Hell."
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-- "The Begatting of a President"
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%
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But the reward of a successful collaboration is a thing that
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cannot be produced by either of the parties working alone. It is akin
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with him or herself, and I'll show you an ugly baby, with just a whole
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bunch of knuckles.
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-- Harlan Ellison
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"Can you hammer a 6-inch spike into a wooden plank with
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your penis?"
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"Uh, not right now."
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"Tsk, tsk. A girl has to have *some* standards."
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-- Real Genius
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%
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Churchill was known to drain a glass or two and, after one
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particularly convivial evening, he chanced to encounter Miss Bessie Braddock,
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the way, if you see your Mom this weekend, would be you sure and tell her,
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`SATAN, SATAN, SATAN!!!'"
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-- Butthole Surfers, "Sweat Loaf"
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%
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Dallas Cowboys Official Schedule
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Sept 14 Pasadena Junior High
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Sept 21 Boy Scout Troop 049
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Sept 28 Blind Academy
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Sept 30 World War I Veterans
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Oct 5 Brownie Scout Troop 041
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Oct 12 Sugarcreek High Cheerleaders
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Oct 26 St. Thomas Boys Choir
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Nov 2 Texas City Vet Clinic
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Nov 9 Korean War Amputees
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Nov 15 VA Hospital Polio Patients
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"Darling," he breathed, "after making love I doubt if I'll
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be able to get over you -- so would you mind answering the phone?"
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"Darling", said the young bride, "tell me what's bothering you.
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We promised to share all our joys and sorrows, remember?"
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"But this is different," protested her husband.
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"Together, darling," she insisted, "we will bear the burden.
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Now tell me what our problem is."
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"Well," said the husband, "we've just become the father of a
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bastard child."
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"Darling," she whispered, "will you still love me after we are
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married?"
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They used Raoul-Mitgong but he wasn't much help. They used applied physics.
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They used techniques of criminology. And what the hell, they caught him.
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-- Harlan Ellison, "Repent, Harlequin, said the Tick-Tock Man"
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During a grouse hunt in North Carolina two intrepid sportsmen were
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blasting away at a clump of trees near a stone wall. Suddenly a red-face
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country squire popped his head over the wall and shouted, "Hey, you almost
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hit my wife."
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"Did I?" cried one hunter, aghast. "Terribly sorry. Have a shot
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at mine, over there."
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%
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During a session with a marriage counselor, the wife snapped at her
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husband: "That's not true, I do enjoy sex!" Then, turning to the counselor,
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she added: "But this fiend expects it three or four times a year!"
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%
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Ed, a traveling salesman, had his car break down in the middle of a
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blizzard. He trudged to a nearby farmhouse where the farmer told him that,
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while they were short of beds, he could sleep with his daughter. She proved
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to be eighteen and beautiful. So they went to bed, and shortly, Ed made a
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pass at the daughter. "Stop that!" she said. "I'll call my father."
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He desisted. But half an hour later he made another attempt. "Uh,
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stop ... that," she said. "I'll call my father."
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But she moved closer to him, so he made a third try. This time, no
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protest, no threat. Just as Ed, satisfied, was about to drowse off, she
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tugged at his pajama sleeve. "Could we do that again?" she asked.
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Ed obliged, and this time fell asleep only to be awakened by the
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tug at his sleeve. "Again?"
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And again Ed obliged. But when his sleep was once more interrupted
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by the tugging at his pajama sleeve, Ed indignantly pulled it away from her
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and mumbled, "Stop that! Or I'll call your father."
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Elroy stared at Barb and then leaned quietly over to Shake Tiller
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and stuck out his hand. "Son," he said. "Tell the truth. It ain't better
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than fried chicken, is it?"
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Shake looked solemnly at Elroy, clasping his hand, and said:
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"I got to be dead honest, Roy."
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And Elroy said yeah, lay it on him.
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Shake said slowly, "For a Lesbian who gave up the only real love she
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ever knew -- Sister Francis at Our Lady of Victory -- and for a person who
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can't make it any more with nothing but an electric toothbrush, she's the
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finest I've ever had."
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-- Dan Jenkins, "Semi-Tough"
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%
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Ever thought of putting a ferret down your pants? Yes, ferrets,
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those weasel-like animals originally trained to hunt rats and possessing
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only you could give milk we could get rid of that expensive herd of cows."
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Anna looked at him coolly. "You know, Jack," she said, "if only you
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could get it up once in a while we could get rid of your brother Bob."
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"First, I'm going to buy you a few drinks and get you a little tight,"
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said the guy aggressively.
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"Oh, no, you're not," said the girl.
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"Then I'll take you to dinner at the most exclusive restaurant in
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town."
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"Oh, no, you won't."
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"Then I'll take you to my apartment and mix up a pitcher of daiquiris."
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"Oh, no, you won't."
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"Then I'm going to make violent, mad, passionate love to you."
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"Oh, no, you're not."
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"And I'm not going to take any precautions either!" said the guy.
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"Oh, yes, you are!!" said the girl.
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For three years, the young attorney had been taking his brief
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vacations at this country inn. The last time he'd finally managed an
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the four, "You haven't suggested a name for our ladies. What are your
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thoughts?"
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Replied the fourth professor, "`An Anthology of Prose'."
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%
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Friends were surprised, indeed, when Frank and Jennifer broke their
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engagement, but Frank had a ready explanation: "Would you marry someone who
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was habitually unfaithful, who lied at every turn, who was selfish and lazy
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and sarcastic?"
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"Of course not," said a sympathetic friend.
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"Well," retorted Frank, "neither would Jennifer."
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"Gentlemen of the jury," said the defense attorney, now beginning
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to warm to his summation, "the real question here before you is, shall this
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beautiful young woman be forced to languish away her loveliest years in a
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dark prison cell? Or shall she be set free to return to her cozy little
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apartment at 4134 Mountain Ave. -- there to spend her lonely, loveless hours
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in her boudoir, lying beside her little Princess phone, 962-7873?"
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God built a compelling sex drive into every creature, no matter
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what style of fucking it practiced. He made sex irresistibly pleasurable,
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leg, slipped into bed, and placed his wife's hand on the stump.
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"Hmmmmm," she said softly, "that IS a surprise. But pass me the
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Vaseline and I'll see what I can do!"
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%
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"Heard you were moving your piano, so I came over to help."
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"Thanks. Got it upstairs already."
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"Do it alone?"
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"Nope. Hitched the cat to it."
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"How would that help?"
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"Used a whip."
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"Hello, Mrs. Premise!"
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"Oh, hello, Mrs. Conclusion! Busy day?"
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"Quite right. You don't want to come back from Sorrento
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to a dead cat, do you?"
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-- Monty Python
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"Hello, Police Department."
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"This is Thomas Parrish, 903 Sylvester Court. I've just been sexually
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molested by a pervert, right here in my own home. It was horrifying!"
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"Just remain calm, sir, and tell me about it."
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"Well, the man came in the window wearing a ski mask. I was napping
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on the bed, in just my pajamas, and the TV set was on so I didn't hear anything.
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Suddenly he had his great big old callused hand over my mouth, holding me down.
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I tried to scream... he was pulling my pants off. I was so frightened! He
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held a knife to my throat and undressed so quickly. What could I do? I
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couldn't stop him. He was huge. A great, hairy, beefy man, more than fifty
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pounds heavier than I am, and hung like... Oh! it was terrible. He had an
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erection, and he knelt on my shoulders and forced the awful thing down my
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throat; forced me to suck it. Yes, officer! There was no escaping this man.
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Finally, when I thought I would faint, he got off me and turned me over on
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my tummy, forcing my legs apart with his knees, and oh! I'm so embarrassed to
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say it, he put that huge thing... It must have been a foot long, and I don't
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know how thick... into my... Just a minute."
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"What's the matter, mister?"
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"Listen, I have to hang up now, he's getting out of the shower."
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%
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Here is the problem: for many years, the Supreme Court wrestled
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with the issue of pornography, until finally Associate Justice John
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"Ran over a bottle."
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"Didn't you see it?"
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"Damn kid had it under his coat."
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"I believe you have the wrong number," said the old gentleman into
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the phone. "You'll have to call the weather bureau for that information."
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"Who was that?" his young wife asked.
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"Some guy wanting to know if the coast was clear."
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%
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"I know a life of crime led me to this sorry state. I blame
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society. Society made me what I am today!"
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"...gurgle..."
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"... maybe not."
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-- Repo Man
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%
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"I need a camel that can go without water for at least three weeks,"
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the American said to an Algerian camel merchant. "Is it possible?"
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"All things are possible," replied the merchant. He proceeded to
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take a camel out of his barn and lead him to a tank of water. After the
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camel had drunk its fill and was about to lift its head out of the tank,
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the merchant picked up two nearby bricks, one in each hand, stepped behind
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the camel, and smacked his testicles with the bricks.
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The camel let out a gigantic "Whhoooosh!" and sucked up what seemed
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like twenty more gallons of water.
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The American stared incredulously at the camel merchant. "My God,
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man!" he exclaimed, "doesn't that hurt?!"
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The merchant shrugged. "Only if you get your thumbs in between the
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bricks."
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%
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"I think my wife may be getting somewhat overweight.
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"Oh, how can you tell?"
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"Well, last night when she sat on my face, I couldn't
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hear the stereo."
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%
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I went into a bar feeling a little depressed, the bartender said,
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"What'll you have, Bud"?
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I said," I don't know, surprise me".
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So he showed me a nude picture of my wife.
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-- Rodney Dangerfield
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%
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"I'm looking for adventure, excitement, beautiful women," cried the
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young man to his father as he prepared to leave home. "Don't try to stop me.
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I'm on my way."
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"Who's trying to stop you?" shouted the father. "Take me along!"
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%
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In the beginning, God created the Earth and he said, "Let there be
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mud."
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citizenship and other qualifications for the Presidency. God replied to
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these charges by saying, "Come on, would the United States have anyone other
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than a citizen bless their country?"
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%
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It seems there were two young Marines walking down the street, and
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they chanced upon a lady who was both very proper and very well endowed.
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One of them said, "Wow! What tits! Hey lady, would I love to snuggle up with
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them for awhile. What are you doing this afternoon?"
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Well, the other Marine thought that was just about the most shameful
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thing he had ever witnessed, and felt that he had to restore the honor of the
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Corps. "Pardon my friend, Ma'am," he apologized, "He's not been very well
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brought up and don't know how to talk to cunt."
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%
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It was April the 41st, being a quadruple leap year. I was driving
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in downtown Atlantis. My Barracuda was in the shop, so I was in a rented
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Dolphins. I said "Hi, Gil!" You have to yell -- he's hard of herring.
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-- Kip Addotta, "Wet Dream"
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%
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It was in a bar in midtown Manhattan and the Frenchman and the
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American were talking about love over some dry Martinis. "Deed you know,
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sir," the Frenchman said, "that een my country thair are 79 different
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ways how to make the REAL, passionate luff?"
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"Do tell?" said the American. "Well, that's amazing. In this
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country there's only one."
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"Just one?" the Frenchman said, condescendingly. "And what eez
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that?"
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"Well, there's a man and a woman, and --"
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"Sacre bleu!!" exclaimed the Frenchman. "Numbair 80!"
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%
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"Jean, what is this attraction between Catholic girls and
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Jewish men?"
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"You really want to know?"
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"Yeah."
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"Well, Carol, Jewish men are great in bed... right, Bob? And
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Catholic girls fuck like bunnies."
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Joan, the rather well-proportioned secretary, spent almost all of
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her vacation sunbathing on the roof of her hotel. She wore a bathing suit
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the first day, but on the second, she decided that no one could see her
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way up there, and she slipped out of it for an overall tan. She'd hardly
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begun when she heard someone running up the stairs; she was lying on her
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stomach, so she just pulled a towel over her rear.
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Joan spent almost all of her vacation sunbathing on the roof of her hotel.
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She wore a bathing suit the first day, but on the second, she decided that
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no one could see her way up there, and she slipped out of it for an overall
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tan. She'd hardly begun when she heard someone running up the stairs; she was
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lying on her stomach, so she just pulled a towel over her rear.
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"Excuse me, miss," said the flustered little assistant manager of
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the hotel, out of breath from running up the stairs. "The Hilton doesn't
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mind your sunbathing on the roof, but we would very much appreciate your
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@ -993,30 +728,6 @@ wearing a bathing suit as you did yesterday."
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can see me up here, and besides, I'm covered with a towel."
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"Not exactly," said the embarrassed little man. "You're lying on
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the dining room skylight."
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Many lower life forms demonstrate qualities that, at first, just don't
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seem survival oriented. For instance, the female praying mantis, after mating
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with, well, her mate, will devour him. For the male praying mantis, however,
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it's a catch-22. If he mates, he gets screwed out of an opportunity to mate
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again. If he doesn't mate, he doesn't reproduce, ending his family tree. This
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suicidal behavior is commonly called the Preying Mantis Syndrome -- and many
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life forms are periodically subject to its wrath. How did the preying mantis
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become stuck in such a awful, vicious cycle? This is probably what happened:
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The male mantis arrives at the residence of the female mantis. After
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some courtship exercises (dinner, a movie, inserting the diaphragm) they mate.
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The female mantis, her lust for... lust being satisfied, relaxes while the
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male raids the refrigerator and returns home. This behavior continues until
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the male and female (mantissas?) establish a permanent relationship. Then the
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male establishes a new pattern of behavior: Football on Mondays, baseball on
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Tuesdays, happy hour on Wednesdays, uh, well, uh, working-late-at-the-office
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on Thursdays, etc. etc. The female tolerates this for awhile, then files for
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a divorce. After a long court battle, she concludes one thing: It simplifies
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matters tremendously to just eat him when you're done with him.
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Well, through the centuries of evolution, the Preying Mantis Syndrome
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has been carried up to the highest life forms, as well as to humans. That is
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why, one week out of every month, the female of the species will feel compelled
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to bite the head off of the male. The Syndrome is inescapable, but when it
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occurs in the female of our species, it's best to just avoid them for a while.
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%
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Mr. Hersh came home to find his wife sitting naked in front of the
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mirror, admiring her breasts.
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@ -1072,48 +783,6 @@ therapy ask if people have had therapy.
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Don't ask about plaster casts of male sex organs marked JIMI, JIM, etc.
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Assume that she bought them at a flea market.
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-- James Peterson and Kate Nolan
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%
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Never take a resume seriously. Resumes only make money for the
|
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people who write the resumes. No resume ever tells an employer how many
|
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times a job applicant has had the clap.
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Why, indeed, would anyone hire a person based on a resume written
|
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by a professional liar?
|
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If the applicant is a man, the employer must ask only one question:
|
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did the applicant go to TCU?
|
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If the applicant is a woman, the employer may simply ask: does she
|
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have a tongue that can lick the paint off a dormitory wall?
|
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-- Dan Jenkins, "Baja Oklahoma"
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%
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On the occasion of Nero's 25th birthday, he arrived at the Colosseum
|
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to find that the Praetorian Guard had prepared a treat for him in the arena.
|
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There stood 25 naked virgins, like candles on a cake, tied to poles, burning
|
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alive. "Wonderful!" exclaimed the deranged emperor, "but one of them isn't
|
||||
dead yet. I can see her lips moving. Go quickly and find out what she is
|
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saying."
|
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The centurion saluted, and hurried out to the virgin, getting as near
|
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the flames as he dared, and listened intently. Then he turned and ran back
|
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to the imperial box. "She is not talking," he reported to Nero, "she is
|
||||
singing."
|
||||
"Singing?" said the astounded emperor. "Singing what?"
|
||||
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
|
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%
|
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Once in a medieval times...there was a King who was getting sort of
|
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bored after dinner one night. He decided to hold a contest of who at the
|
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court had the mightiest "weapon". The first knight stood up and proclaimed
|
||||
that he had the mightiest weapon... he pulled down his pants and tied a 5
|
||||
pound weight around it. The weapon doth rose. The crowds cheered... the
|
||||
women swooned... the children waved multi-colored banners... and the band
|
||||
played appropriate music.
|
||||
Another knight stood up and claimed that he had the mightiest weapon.
|
||||
He dropped his pants and tied a 10 pound weight to himself. The weapon doth
|
||||
rose. The crowds cheered... the women swooned... the children waved
|
||||
multi-colored banners... and the band played appropriate music.
|
||||
After several more knights tried to prove their superiority... the
|
||||
King finally spoke out. "I have the mightiest weapon of them all!" He dropped
|
||||
his pants and tied, not a 10 pound, not a 20 pound, not ever a thirty pound,
|
||||
but a 40 pound weight, plus a coffee pot, to himself. The weapon doth rose.
|
||||
The crowds cheered... the women swooned... the children waved multi-colored
|
||||
banners... and the band played "God Save the Queen."
|
||||
%
|
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One day a mother and daughter are walking around a farming community
|
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and they see a stallion mounting a mare. The daughter takes in the scene and
|
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