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"Is everything shut up for the night?" asked wifey. "Everything but you dear." was hubby's reply.
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"There's just one thing I want to tell you before you go any further" said the girl to her eager suiter. "What's that?" he asked. "Don't go any further."
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"I'll call you when I get back from this cruise. What's your phone number," asked Wolf of a cutie. To which Cutie answered "222, and if a man's voice answers — it's me with laryngitis again."
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It was pouring. Two men who had quarreled, went out in the rain to settle their differences. They fought until one got the other on his back and held him there.
"Will you give up?" he asked and the reply was "NO."
After a time the question was repeated but again the reply was "No." "Then," said the other, "Will you get on top for a while and let me get under? I'm getting soaked."
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I once hired an Iowa farm boy to sell stock feed. He was an earnest young fellow, very persistent and consistent in making his calls, but the tangible returns were negligible. Finally, one day I said, "Son, I'm afraid you are in the wrong spot. You just can't sell."
The lad looked at me in earnest perplexity. "Mr. Al," he said, "I'm selling . . . I'm selling all the time. The trouble is that folks just ain't buyin."
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An Indian named Joe wowed a small Canadian community with his uncanny way of predicting changes in the weather. On a sunny day, along would slink Joe and say: "Bimeby rain come."
One day it was particularly miserable — rain, wind, cold. "Joe," inquired a hunter, "when will all this blow away?" Bimeby nice day?" The red man shrugged. "Dunno," he replied, "Radio he broke."
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In Waller, Texas, is a retail store where customers wait on themselves and set their own prices. There are no prices on the merchandise — merely a tag on every item showing what that particular article cost the store. The customer selects an article, wraps it himself, and pays whatever he thinks the owner's profit should be. The store has been operating at a profit for twentythree years.