Subject: Whose Worries?
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Fri May 26 2000 - 01:14:40 EDT
"Whose Worries?"
The young 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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