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5 Affairs

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  • 15-11-2001 12:12pm
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    The First Affair
    There was a middle-aged couple who had two
    stunningly beautiful teen-aged daughters.
    They decided to try one last time for
    the son they always wanted.
    After months of trying, the Wife became pregnant
    and sure enough, nine months later delivered
    healthy baby boy. The joyful father rushed to the
    nursery to see his new son. He took one look and
    was horrified to see the ugliest child he had
    ever seen. He went to his wife and said that there
    was no way that he could be the father of that
    child.
    "Look at the two beautiful daughters I fathered."
    Then he gave her a stern look and asked,
    "Have you been fooling around on me?"
    The wife just smiled sweetly and said, "Not this
    time."

    The Second Affair
    A mortician was working late one night. It was
    his job to examine the bodies before they were
    sent off to be buried or cremated. As he
    examined the body of Mr. Schwartz, who was
    about to be cremated, he made an amazing
    discovery: Schwartz had the longest
    private part he had ever Seen! "I'm sorry
    Mr. Schwartz," said the mortician, "But I
    can't send you off to be cremated with a
    tremendously huge private part like this. It
    has to be saved for posterity." And with that
    the coroner used his tools to remove the
    dead man's privates.
    The coroner stuffed his prize into a briefcase
    and took it home. The first person he showed
    was his wife. "I have something to show you that
    you won't believe," he said, and opened his
    briefcase.
    "Oh my God!" she screamed, "Schwartz is dead!"

    The Third Affair
    A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard
    her husband opening the front door. "Hurry!" she
    said, "stand in the corner." She quickly rubbed
    baby oil all over him and then she dusted Him
    with talcum powder. "Don't move until I tell you
    to," she whispered." Just pretend you're a
    statue."
    "What's this, honey?" the husband inquired as he
    entered the room.
    "Oh, it's just a statue," she replied nonchalantly.
    "The Smiths bought one for their bedroom.
    I liked it so much, I got one for us too."
    No more was said about the statue, not even later
    that night when they went to sleep. Around two
    in the morning the husband got out of bed, went
    to the kitchen and returned a while later with a
    sandwich and a glass of milk. "Here," he said to
    the 'statue', "eat something. I stood like an
    idiot at the Smiths' for three days, and nobody
    offered me as much as a glass of water."

    The Fourth Affair
    A man walks into a bar one night. He goes up to
    the bar and asks for a beer.
    "Certainly, sir, that'll be 1 cent."
    "ONE CENT!" exclaimed the guy
    The barman replied "Yes."
    So the guy glances over at the menu, and he asks
    "Could I have a nice juicy T-bone steak, with
    chips, peas, and a fried egg?"
    "Certainly sir," replies the bartender, but all
    that comes to real money."
    "How much money?" inquires the guy. "4 cents",
    he replies.
    "FOUR cents!" exclaims the guy. "Where's the Guy
    who owns this place?"
    The barman replies, "Upstairs with my wife."
    The guy says, "What's he doing with your wife?"
    The bartender replies, "Same as I'm doing to his
    business."

    The Fifth Affair
    Jake was dying. His wife, Becky, was maintaining
    candlelight vigil by his side. She held his fragile
    hand, tears running down her face. Her praying
    roused him from his slumber. He looked up and
    his pale lips began to move slightly. "My darling
    Becky," he whispered.
    "Hush, my love," she said. "Rest. Shhh, don't
    talk."
    He was insistent. "Becky," he said in his tired
    voice "I have something I must confess to you."
    "There's nothing to confess," replied the
    weeping Becky. "Everything's all right,
    go to sleep."
    "No, no. I must die in peace, Becky. I ... I
    slept with your Sister, your best friend,
    her best friend, and your Mother!"
    "I know" Becky whispered softly. "That's why I
    poisoned you.


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