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slowpoke2
52 / male
aberdeen, Scotland, UK
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thermometer
Upon arriving home in eager anticipation of a leisurely evening, the husband
was met at the door by his sobbing wife.
Tearfully she explained, "It's the druggist. He insulted me terribly this
morning on the phone."
Immediately the husband drove downtown to accost the druggist and demand an
apology. Before he could say more than a word or two, the druggist told him,
"Now, just a minute. Listen to my side of it. This morning the alarm failed
to go off, so I was late getting up. I went without breakfast and hurried
out to the car, but I'll be damned if I didn't lock the house with both house
and car keys inside. I had to break a window to get my keys. Driving a
little too fast, I got a speeding ticket. Then, about three blocks from the
store I had a flat Tyre.
When I finally got to the store there was a bunch of people waiting for me to
open up. I got the store opened and started waiting on these people and all
the time the darn phone was ringing its head off. Then I had to break a roll
of nickels against the cash register drawer to make change, and they spilled
all over the floor. I got down on my hands and knees to pick up the
nickels-the phone is still ringing. When I came up, I cracked my head on the
open cash drawer, which made me stagger back against a showcase with a bunch
of perfume bottles on it and half of them hit the floor and broke. The phone
is still ringing with no let up and I finally got back to answer it. It was
your wife -- she wanted to know how to use a rectal thermometer.
And Mister, I TOLD HER!"
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| November 14, 2006, 21:45 |
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Re: thermometer
 
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| November 15, 2006, 02:43 |
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