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Joke of the Day
Sensitive man
The Sensitive Man
A woman meets a man in a bar. They talk; they connect; they end up
leaving together. They get back to his place, and as he shows her around
his apartment, she notices that one wall of his bedroom is completely
filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears. There are three shelves in
the bedroom, with hundreds and hundreds of cute, cuddly teddy bears,
carefully placed in rows covering the entire wall!
It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange
them
and she was immediately touched by the amount of thought he had put into
organizing the display. There were small bears all along the bottom
shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf, and
huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf. She found
it strange for an obviously masculine guy to have such a large a
collection of Teddy Bears, but doesn't mention this to him, and actually
is quite impressed by his sensitive side.
They share a bottle of wine and continue talking and, after a while, she
finds herself thinking, "Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one!
Maybe he could be the future father my children?"
She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips. He responds warmly.
They continue to kiss, the passion builds, and he romantically lifts her
in his arms and carries her into his bedroom where they rip off each
other's clothes and make hot, steamy love. She is so overwhelmed that
she responds with more passion, more creativity, more heat than she has ever known.
After an intense, explosive night of raw passion with this
sensitive guy, they are lying there together in the afterglow.
The woman rolls over, gently strokes his chest and asks
coyly, "Well, how was it?"
The guy gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply
into her eyes, and says:
"Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf."
The Sensitive Man
A woman meets a man in a bar. They talk; they connect; they end up
leaving together. They get back to his place, and as he shows her around
his apartment, she notices that one wall of his bedroom is completely
filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears. There are three shelves in
the bedroom, with hundreds and hundreds of cute, cuddly teddy bears,
carefully placed in rows covering the entire wall!
It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange
them
and she was immediately touched by the amount of thought he had put into
organizing the display. There were small bears all along the bottom
shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf, and
huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf. She found
it strange for an obviously masculine guy to have such a large a
collection of Teddy Bears, but doesn't mention this to him, and actually
is quite impressed by his sensitive side.
They share a bottle of wine and continue talking and, after a while, she
finds herself thinking, "Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one!
Maybe he could be the future father my children?"
She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips. He responds warmly.
They continue to kiss, the passion builds, and he romantically lifts her
in his arms and carries her into his bedroom where they rip off each
other's clothes and make hot, steamy love. She is so overwhelmed that
she responds with more passion, more creativity, more heat than she has ever known.
After an intense, explosive night of raw passion with this
sensitive guy, they are lying there together in the afterglow.
The woman rolls over, gently strokes his chest and asks
coyly, "Well, how was it?"
The guy gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply
into her eyes, and says:
"Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf."
I like it. 
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Tooooo Funny!
Here's another...
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in the cafe chatting over a pint
of goat's milk.
The older of the moms pulls out her bag and starts flipping through
pictures and reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son, Mohammed. He would be 24 now."
The other Mom replies, "I remember him as a baby."
"He's a martyr now", says the older Mom.
"Oh, so sad, my dear," says the other Mom.
Mom flips to another picture. "And this is my second son, Kali He would
be 21 now."
"Oh, I remember him, too. He had such curly hair when he was born."
Mom sighs, "He's a martyr, too."
"Oh gracious me" says the second mother.
"And this is my third son. My beautiful Ahmed. He would be 18 now," Mom
whispers.
"Yes", says her friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he started
school."
"He's a martyr also," Mom says, with tears in her eyes.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks
wi****lly at the photos and says: "They blow up so fast, don't they?"
Here's another...
Two Middle Eastern mothers are sitting in the cafe chatting over a pint
of goat's milk.
The older of the moms pulls out her bag and starts flipping through
pictures and reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son, Mohammed. He would be 24 now."
The other Mom replies, "I remember him as a baby."
"He's a martyr now", says the older Mom.
"Oh, so sad, my dear," says the other Mom.
Mom flips to another picture. "And this is my second son, Kali He would
be 21 now."
"Oh, I remember him, too. He had such curly hair when he was born."
Mom sighs, "He's a martyr, too."
"Oh gracious me" says the second mother.
"And this is my third son. My beautiful Ahmed. He would be 18 now," Mom
whispers.
"Yes", says her friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he started
school."
"He's a martyr also," Mom says, with tears in her eyes.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks
wi****lly at the photos and says: "They blow up so fast, don't they?"