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![]() Some weeks the lady is good looking and some weeks they're not. Our performance today would have been not the best looking bird but at least we got her in the taxi. She may not have been the best looking lady we ended up taking home but it was still very pleasant and very nice, so thanks very much and let's have coffee. |
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![]() Samantha: I was once told I wouldnt' be able to get backstage to see Mick Jagger. Well I did get backstage...and I blew him. [Silence] Excuse me... I don't know if this is an appropriate question to ask... Lady: I think we passed appropriate a few seconds ago. Samantha: What kind of cancer do you have? Lady: Breast. Samantha: Breast! Me too. I'm curious...Do you have children? Lady: I'm a nun. Samantha: You have none. Lady: No, no, no...I AM a nun. But that doesn't mean that I didn't enjoy your Mick Jagger story. Samantha: I thought that nuns had to wear... Lady: Oh, I haven't worn a habbit in years. Samantha: So then...you don't have sex? Lady: No. Samantha: Never had sex? Lady: No. Samantha: Ohh. [thoughtful silence] Just one more. Lady: Go right ahead. Samantha: Are you allowed to masturbate? Lady: [thinking] I never asked. But thanks for getting my mind off cancer for the first time in a week. Samantha: Happy to help. |
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