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Saturday, March 15, 2008

MOTHER WORRY

A young blonde secretary was describing her evening's exploits to a friend.

 

"After dinner," she said, "he wanted to come back to my apartment, but I refused. I told him my mother would worry if I did anything like that."


 

"That was smart," her friend said, approvingly. "Then what happened?"

 

"He kept insisting, and I kept refusing," the secretary said.

 

"You didn't weaken your resolve, did you?" asked the friend.

 

"Not one bit. In the end, we went to his apartment. I figured, let his mother worry!"

 

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