Unicorn (Unicorn@Indenial.com)
Tue, 12 Oct 1999 07:03:42 -0400
"What Size, Please?"
Harry noticed he was running low on
rubbers, so he stopped by the local drugstore.
"What size?" asked the blonde pharmacist's
assistant sweetly.
When he admitted he wasn't sure of his size.
The blonde led him into the back room, lifted
her skirt and told him to enter her. He was
delighted to oblige.
"Size six." she told him after a moment,
"Now, take it out. How many?"
Harry bought a dozen, and on his way
home, he ran into his friend Tom. Harry
eagerly told Tom the whole story.
Tom rushed down to the drugstore to place
on order, "But I'm afraid I don't know my
size." he told the sales girl.
So the blonde led him in to the back room
and repeated the procedure. "Size seven,
Sir. Now take it out please. How many?"
But Tom kept on going until he was done.
"None, thanks." he told her, zipping up
his pants and grinning, "I just came in for
a fitting."
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