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Skriven 2005-12-20 09:03:52 av Greg Sears (3:633/104)
     Kommentar till en text av George Pope
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 GP> What do snowmen eat for breakfast?
   > Snowflakes

  Seasons Greetings George Pope, have you read this one. . . .

I was out parking with a girl one night, and the windows were
starting to steam.

I said "Do you want to get into the back seat?"

"No", she replied.

Oh well - we continued making out, and various bits of clothing were
completely undone. Again I asked her if she wanted to get into the
back seat. Breathing hard, she said "No!"

I didn't understand it - she was obviously as horny as me. We
continued on until she was so juicy she kept sliding off the seat.

"Do you want to get into the back seat?"

"NO!"

"Well, why the hell not?"

She whined "Cuz I want to stay up here with yooooooooooou!"

> OBJoke: for our Moderator and all-round friend/servant


  This fellow from Middle Europe arrived penniless in the United
States ten years ago and settled in a small Midwestern city.

  After a few years of unobtrusive living, this man suddenly bought
one of the fine houses in the town, and he began to show other signs
of prosperity. The fact of his moving into the grand house impressed
the president of the local Rotary club and he prevailed upon the man
to come to a Rotary meeting.

  At the meeting the club president spoke glowingly of the
immigrant's achievements, emphasizing that this was another instance
of the great opportunities awaiting a man with energy and
determination and foresight in our great nation, and then he asked
the guest to get up and say a few words.

  The Mittel European, in broken English, told about his arrival in
the town with a dime in his pocket. He took the dime and bought
shoelaces and sold them for twenty cents, and then bought more
shoelaces at a dime per pair, and continued selling them at twenty
cents, and at last he had saved enough to send for his brother in the
old country. Now there were two of them selling shoelaces, and
business was good, and . . . he paused to take a sip of water and the
Rotary president broke in with: "And from this humble beginning you
have gone forward in the American tradition, working hard and saving,
and now you..."

  "No. no," said the humble one. "My brudda and me we just keep sell
shoelace till we have enough money to bring over our sisters and open
up a whorehouse."



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