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Jokes 1
A devoted wife had spent her lifetime taking care of her husband.
Now he was slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet
she stayed by his bedside every single day. When he came to, he
motioned for her to come nearer.
As she sat by him, he said, "You know what? You have been with
me all through the bad times. When I got fired, you were there
to support me. When my business failed, you were there. When I
got shot, you were by my side. When we lost the house, you gave
me support. When my health started failing, you were still by
my side... You know what?" "
What dear?" She asks gently.
"I think you bring me bad luck."
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An agitated patient was stomping around the psychiatrist's office,
running his hands through his hair, almost in tears.
"Doctor, my memory's gone. Gone! I can't remember my wife's name.
Can't remember my children's names. Can't remember what kind of
car I drive. Can't remember where I work. It was all I could do
to find my way here."
"Calm down. How long have you been like this?"
"Like what?"
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A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary. Their
domestic tranquility had long been the talk of the town.
A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of
their long and happy marriage. "Well, it dates back to our honeymoon,"
explained the lady.
"We visited the Grand Canyon and took a trip down to the bottom
of the canyon by pack mule. We hadn't gone too far when my husband's
mule stumbled.
My husband quietly said 'That's once.' We proceeded a little
farther when the mule stumbled again. Once more my husband quietly
said, 'That's twice.' We hadn't gone a half-mile when the mule
stumbled a third time. My husband took a pistol from his pocket
and shot him.
I started to protest over his treatment of the mule when he looked
at me and quietly said 'That's once.'"
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Our supermarket had a sale on boneless chicken breasts, and a
woman I know intended to stock up. At the store, however, she
was disappointed to find only a few skimpy prepackaged portions
of the poultry, so she complained to the butcher. "Don't worry,
lady," he said. "I'll pack some more trays and have them ready
for you by the time you finish shopping."
Several aisles later, my friend heard the butcher's voice boom
over the public-address system: "Will the lady who wanted bigger
breasts please meet me at the back of the store."
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