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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 4:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 4:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2013 8:27 am
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 12:27 pm
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 5:39 pm
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 9:08 pm
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Martha recently lost her husband. She had him cremated and brought his ashes home.
Picking up the urn that he was in, she poured him out on the patio table.
Then, while tracing her fingers in the ashes, she started talking to him....
You know that dishwasher you promised me? I bought it with the insurance money!"
She paused for a minute tracing her fingers in the ashes then said, "Remember that car you promised me? Well, I also bought it with the insurance money!"
Again, she paused for a few minutes and while tracing her fingers in the ashes she said, "Remember that diamond ring you promised me? Bought it too, with the insurance money!"
Finally, still tracing her fingers in the ashes, she said, "Remember that blow job I promised you?"
"Here it comes."
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 10:21 am
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 3:39 pm
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 6:47 pm
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 8:09 am
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 11:25 am
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 8:51 pm
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My Dear Wife, You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 57 years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 22-year-old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel. Please don't be upset—I shall be home before midnight.
When the man came home late that night, he found the following letter on the dining room table:
My Dear Husband, I received your letter and thank you for your honesty about my being 57 years old. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 57 years old. As you know, I am a math teacher at our local college. I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who is also the assistant tennis coach. He is young, virile, and like your secretary, is 22 years old. As a successful businessman who has an excellent knowledge of math, you will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one small difference: 22 goes into 57 a lot more times than 57 goes into 22. Therefore, I will not be home until sometime tomorrow.
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 5:30 am
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