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To: PMS Witch who wrote (10614)	7/8/1999 10:04:00 PM
From: John Messbauer	Respond to of 62549

A small boy was lost, so he went up to a policeman and said,"I've lost my dad!" The copper said, "What's he like?" The little boy replied, "Beer and women!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A dietitian was once addressing a large audience in Chicago. "The material we put into our stomachs is enough to have killed most of us sitting here, years ago. Red meat is awful. Vegetables can be disastrous, and none of us realizes the germs in our drinking water. But there is one thing that is the most dangerous of all and all of us eat it. Can anyone here tell me what lethal product I'm referring to? You, sir, in the first row, please give us your idea." The man lowered his head and said, "Wedding cake?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Five years old Johnny and his little sister are peeping through a keyhole at their parents making love. "Wow, look at them! And we are not allowed even to stick a finger in our nose!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A blonde goes into a drug store. She goes over to the deodorant display and tells the clerk "I need to buy some deodorant for my husband." "Does he use the ball kind?" inquired the clerk. "No," replied the blonde, "The kind for under his arms." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------