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The 5 Affairs

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  • 10-12-2001 6:29pm
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    The First Affair
    There was a middle-aged couple who had two stunningly beautiful teenage
    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 a 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 is 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 dead
    bodies before they were sent off to be buried or cremated. As he examined
    the
    body of Mr. Schwartz, he was about to be cremated, he discovered 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
    mortician used his tools to remove the dead man's schlong.
    He 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 PENNY!" exclaims the guy.
    The barman replies, "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 PENCE", he replies.
    "FOUR PENCE!" exclaims the man. "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

    Jack 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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