A man walked into a cafe, went to the bar and ordered a beer.
'Certainly, Sir, that'll be one cent.'
'One Cent?' the man exclaimed.
He glanced at the menu and asked:'How much for a nice juicy steak
and a bottle of wine?'
'A nickel,' the barman replied.
'A nickel?' exclaimed the man.
'Where's the guy who owns this place?'
The bartender replied:'Upstairs, with my wife.'
The man asked: 'What's he doing upstairs with your wife?'
The bartender replied:'The same thing I'm doing to his business down here.'
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Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside.
He looked up and said weakly:'I have something I must confess.'
'There's no need to, 'his wife replied.
'No,' he insisted, 'I want to die in peace. I slept with your sister,
your best friend, her best 20 friends, and your mother!'
'I know,' she replied.
'Now just rest and let the poison work.'
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2 comments:
hahahaha..
Hi Lil Bulb, love people like you. Ha ha, enjoyed the smiles.
You have a great week, keep well, Lee.
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