- Oct 9, 1999
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The bartender served a woman a glass of orange juice. The man sitting
next to her, turned to her and said, "This is a special day; I'm celebrating."
"I'm celebrating, too," she replied, clinking glasses with him.
"What are you celebrating?" he asked.
"For years I've been trying to have a child," she answered. "Today my
gynecologist told me I'm pregnant!"
"Congratulations," the man said, lifting his glass. "As it happens, I'm a
chicken
farmer, and for years all my hens were infertile. But today they're finally
fertile."
"How did it happen?" asked the woman.
"I switched cocks." Said the man.
"What a coincidence", she said
. . .
A man who frequently left the office to play golf instructed his
secretary to tell all callers that he was away from his desk.
After he left the office, a member of his foursome forgot which course
they were playing that day, and called for information.
The loyal girl would only reply that her boss was away from his desk.
"Just tell me," the golfer persisted, "Is he twenty miles away from his
desk, or thirty miles."
next to her, turned to her and said, "This is a special day; I'm celebrating."
"I'm celebrating, too," she replied, clinking glasses with him.
"What are you celebrating?" he asked.
"For years I've been trying to have a child," she answered. "Today my
gynecologist told me I'm pregnant!"
"Congratulations," the man said, lifting his glass. "As it happens, I'm a
chicken
farmer, and for years all my hens were infertile. But today they're finally
fertile."
"How did it happen?" asked the woman.
"I switched cocks." Said the man.
"What a coincidence", she said
. . .
A man who frequently left the office to play golf instructed his
secretary to tell all callers that he was away from his desk.
After he left the office, a member of his foursome forgot which course
they were playing that day, and called for information.
The loyal girl would only reply that her boss was away from his desk.
"Just tell me," the golfer persisted, "Is he twenty miles away from his
desk, or thirty miles."
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