Subject: Pretzels
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Mon Mar 19 2001 - 02:50:22 EST
"Pretzels"
A little old lady sold pretzels on court street for
25 cents each. Every day a young lawyer would
leave the building at lunch time and, as he passed
her pretzel stand, he would leave her a quarter,
but would never take a pretzel.
One day as he approached her stand she said
to him, "Sir, I have watched you for months,
going by my humble pretzel stand and leaving
me a quarter even though you do not take a
pretzel. Well, I really appreciate this, but I find it
hard to tell you...pretzels have increased to 35
cents."
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"Tattoo"
I couldn't help overhearing a man at a nearby
pay phone. "I know it's something you want,"
he said earnestly, "but I don't think tattoos are
a good idea. And the same goes for body piercing.
As long as you're living in my house, I think you
should respect my wishes."
I was secretly cheering him on for his fatherly
firmness.
Then came the 'coup de grace': "Besides, Ma,
you're 75 years old! You don't NEED a tattoo!"
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