The Priest who could not Lie

'Try not to lie, but if you do, do it as well as the priest."
 
The Priest Who Could Not Lie.
 
A distinguished looking young lady is on a flight returning from Switzerland. She finds herself seated next to a priest and asks" Excuse me father, may I ask a favor of you?"
 
"Well of course Miss, what can I do for you?" he replies.
 
"Here's the dilemma, I purchased for myself, a superbly sophisticated electronic hair remover. I paid a lot of money for it. I really went well over the limits set forth by Customs, and I fear they will confiscate it from me. Could you perhaps secret it through Customs for me under your robes?"
 
"I certainly could my dear, only I must warn you I really am not ever able to lie..."
 
"You have such an honest face father, surely they will never ask any questions of you," and with that she hands him the hair remover.
 
After landing they proceed through Customs and it becomes the father's turn in line.
 
"Father, do you have anything to declare?" asks the Custom's officer.
 
"From the top of my head to my waist I have nothing to declare my son."
 
Finding this answer a little strange the custom's officer proceeds to
ask, "And from the waist to the floor, what do you have to declare?"
 
The father replies, "I have a marvelous little instrument destined to be
used on a woman, but which has never yet been used..."
 
Roaring with laughter the Custom's officer says, "Go right through father.
Next!"

 

What Eve told Adam?!

Little Mary was not the best student in Sunday school. Usually she slept through the class. One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, ''Tell me, Mary, who created the universe?''

When Mary didn't stir, little Johnny, an altruistic boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear. ''God Almighty !''

shouted Mary and the teacher said, ''Very good'' and Mary fell back to sleep.

 

A while later the teacher asked Mary, ''Who is our Lord and Savior?'' But Mary didn't even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again. ''Jesus Christ!'' shouted Mary and the teacher said, ''Very good,'' and Mary fell back to sleep.

Then the teacher asked Mary a third question, ''What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?''And again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin. This time Mary jumped up and shouted, ''If you stick that damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it in half!'

 

 

Anger Management ! ! !

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"

Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f**ing number!"
and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude.
When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.

After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an arsehole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'arsehole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an arsehole!" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'arsehole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telstra. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"

He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone.

I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an
arsehole!"

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me.

I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first arsehole ( I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW arsehole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"

"Yes, it is", he said. "Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.
"Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Don Hansen," he said.

"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"

"I'm home every evening after five."

"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"

"Yes?"

"Don, you're an arsehole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.

Now, when I had a problem, I had two arseholes to call. Then I came up
with an idea. I called Arsehole #1.

"Hello."

"Yeah you're an arsehole!" (But I didn't hang up.)

"Are you still there?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Stop calling me," he screamed.

"Make me," I said.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Don Hansen."

"Yeah? Where do you live?"

"Arsehole, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, a yellow house, with
my black Beamer parked in front."

He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start
saying your prayers."

I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, arsehole," and hung up.

Then I called Arsehole #2. "Hello?" he said.

"Hello, arsehole," I said.

He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."

"You'll what?" I said.

"I'll kick your arse," he exclaimed.

I answered, "Well, arsehole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."


Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just in time to watch two arseholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew. NOW I feel much better. Anger management really works.


Expecting life 2 treat u well because u r a good person is like
expecting an angry bull not to charge at u because u r a vegetarian.

Hehe, this would be Me...in Flesh and Bones. ;-)

This is a pic from my previous trip. The view is spectacular as you may see. [Taken on 7th Jan 2005, 35000 feet above the Indian Ocean] 

About the Trip

Aaah, what to say?? Well I don’t have the guts to say it all. I’ll just put it in note form.

Day 1: Shopping Mall then to the Doc

Day 2 – 4: Stuck at Hotel ‘cause of the cyclone

Day 5 – 7: Stayed with Dad for his leg treatment

Day 8 – 10: Spent in Bangalore. (Finally had some things to eat – Dad treated me with KFC all the 3 days, hehe)

Day 11 – 13: Returned to Chennai on the 11th day and got stuck in the Hotel. Got ill.

Day 13 – My State critical. Dad left me alone to go do the shopping, his shopping.

Day 14 – Went to see Doctor early morning to get some meds which would strengthen me so I can take the plane the next day. Hell. Meds and me?? Well, mustered enough courage in the afternoon so I could buy myself some things. I weren’t going to return empty-handed!!

Day 15 – NO MEDS work on me. But I still managed to get in the plane and back home. In one piece.

And now guess what?? Hahaha, I lost 5 kgs, yes 5kgs. And now I weigh only and exactly 50 kgs.

Well for the last trip I had lost nearly 12 kgs and never regained them. :( Hope I will put on some weight this time...

Back from India

Friday, 30th Dec 2005

Reached the Chennai Airport at 2h30 am and waited for more than 3 hours to get in the plane. I still don't understand why you should be at the airport at least 3 hours before your flight!??!

And the worst is when you have no more local money on you??! Or maybe when the police guys don't understand a word of what you are saying in English and talking to you in their poetic language to which you can just smile broadly and follow the hand gestures, which fortunately you understand. Pffft. And these Police craps don't hesitate at all!?! Thay made me remove my jacket and my shirt in such a crowded place...hey, well, the gals were impressed...that what counts, hehe, though I have well lost at least 5 kgs. But a little more they'd made me remove my pants too - there were metals fittings on them - thank god someone invented those handheld metal detector and, huh well, hands.

Why hands?? Well instead of making you remove your pants those police guys would "caress" every corner of your body. Yeah EVERY part! Well that's better than having to remove the pants in a crowded place like that, isn't it?

Well, the kinda thing happened in the last minutes of our waiting! Dad didn't sleep for 2 days just to check on me for the night. Damn ill I was. And so while resting his head on the sofa there, he fell asleep and we were on the 2nd row. Pfff....and there it went. He had to snore. Well not snore as snore but as S N O R E. What do you, as a son, do when everyone looks for "who's THAT?" Huh?! Naah sincerely I dunno this guy!! Stop staring at me..I dunno him, ok?

Oh my?!! Not that we didn't seek advice from an ENT...they all say its normal, purely normal. But I didn't sleep for 2 weeks too. Just for the 2 - 3 days he stayed up for me. Aaaw, he's so sweet my Daddy.

And now as usual I got my seat by the "wings" just like on the 3 other flights. AAARG. Ruins all the fun. You don't see a thing of what's going on down there. And worst was that this time I was just where the Wings join the body of the aircraft, that is just 2 seats behind the emergency exit via the wing. And that part is painted in white and you are to keep your window shut if you don't wanna get the reflected light right in your eyes. And now if you just treated your eyes, that's another problem. Woah, even the return way was fun, see? But everything seems so peaceful when you are up there flying...

Home feels dull!! I was very keen to get back but dunno why everything is so dreary! Aaaah. Doesn't feel like anything...there is no happiness at all. How long is it gonna continue like this??

Hell, but do I have a right to enjoy life or not???

L'Être Parfait?

Il était une fois un homme et une femme parfaite qui se rencontrèrent.

Après s'être fait la cour, ils se marièrent, leur union était bien sûr
parfaite.

La nuit du réveillon de Noël, ce couple parfait conduisait leur voiture
parfaite le long d'une route déserte, lorsqu'ils remarquèrent quelqu'un en
détresse sur le bord de la route.

Etant parfaits, ils s'arrêtèrent pour apporter leur aide.

Cette personne était le père Noël, avec sa hotte remplie de cadeaux.

Ne voulant pas que des milliers d'enfants soient déçus la veille de Noël, le
couple parfait pris le Père Noël et ses jouets à bord de la voiture parfaite
et l'accompagnèrent dans sa distribution de cadeaux.

Malheureusement, en raison du mauvais temps, le couple parfait et le Père
Noël eurent un accident.

Seul l'un d'entre eux survécu, lequel ?

Voir la solution ci-dessous

Continuez de descendre.

La femme parfaite a survécu.

En fait, c'est la seule personne de cette histoire qui existe vraiment.

Tout le monde sait bien que le Père Noël et l'homme parfait n'existent pas.

Les femmes s'arrêtent de lire à partir d'ici, pour elles uniquement, c'est
la fin de la blague.

Les hommes peuvent continuer à lire.

Continuez de descendre (seulement les hommes, j'ai dit !)

Donc, si le Père Noël n'existe pas, pas plus d'ailleurs que l'homme
parfait, la femme devait forcément conduire, cela explique l'accident.

D'autre part, si vous êtes une femme et que vous êtes en train de lire ceci,
nous sommes encore en train d'illustrer une autre vérité :

Les femmes n'écoutent jamais ce qu'on leur dit !

I want a Divorce or What really happened?

The wife comes home early & finds her husband in their master bedroom making
love to a beautiful, sexy young lady!

"You unfaithful, disrespectful pig! What are you doing? How dare you do
this to me the faithful wife, the mother of your children! I'm leaving this
house, I want a divorce!"

The husband replies "Wait, Wait a minute! Before you leave, at least listen
to what happened"

"Hummmmm, I don't know, well it'll be the last thing I will hear from you.
But make it fast, you unfaithful pig you"

The husband begins to tell his story . . . "While driving home this young
lady asks for a ride. I saw her so defenseless that I went ahead and
allowed her in my car. I noticed that she was very thin, not well dressed
and very dirty. She mentioned that she had not eaten for 3 days. With great
compassion and hurt, I brought her home and warmed up the enchiladas that I
made for you last night that you wouldn't eat because you're afraid you'll
gain weight; the poor thing, practically
devours them. Since she was very dirty I asked her to take a shower.

While she was showering, I noticed her clothes were dirty and full of holes
so I threw her clothes away. Since she needed clothes, I gave her the pair
of jeans that you have h for a few years, that you can no longer wear
because they are too tight on you, I also gave her the blouse that I gave
you on our anniversary and you don't wear because I don't have good taste. I
gave her the
pullover that my sister gave you for Christmas that you will not wear just
to bother my sister and I also gave her the boots that you bought at the
expensive boutique that you never wore again after you saw your co-worker
wearing the same pair."

The husband continues his story . . .

"The young woman was very grateful to me and I walked her to the door.

When we got to the door she turned around and with tears coming out of her
eyes, she asks me:

"Sir, do you have anything else that your wife does not use.........

Atwinix ;-)
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Au lit l'autre soir avec ma femme, la temp�rature montait rapidement. Au
moment de passer aux choses s�rieuses, elle m'arr�ta et me dit :
�Non, mon amour, je ne le sens pas bien... �.
Puis elle ajouta :
" Je n'ai pas sp�cialement envie, je voudrais juste que tu me tiennes dans
tes bras. Tu n'es pas assez en phase avec mes besoins �motionnels de femme
pour que j'aie envie de satisfaire tes besoins sexuels d'homme ! �.
A mon regard �bahi, elle encha�na :
" Je voudrais que tu m'aimes pour ce que je suis et non pour ce que je fais
pour toi au lit ". Comprenant que rien ne se passerait ce soir-l�, je
n'insistai pas et je m'endormis.

Quelque temps apr�s, comme j'avais des cong�s � r�cup�rer, je d�cidai de
passer la journ�e avec elle. Apr�s un d�ner dans un petit restaurant sympa,
je l'emmenai dans un grand magasin de mode o� je l'invitai � essayer divers
v�tements sous mon regard int�ress�. Pendant un long moment, elle essaya
tout ce qui tombait sous ses yeux et parada devant moi comme une star.
Finalement, deux robes retinrent sp�cialement son attention. Comme elle ne
savait pas se d�cider, je lui laissai entendre qu'elle prendrait bien les
deux. A l'�tage suivant se trouvait le rayon des chaussures : une paire
neuve par robe semblait indispensable. Une jolie paire de boucles d'oreilles
lui faisait de l'oeil : hop, dans le panier !

Croyez-moi, ses yeux brillaient de plus en plus !!! Je la connais, je voyais
monter en elle une forme d'excitation indescriptible. Elle voulut m�me me
tester, voir jusqu'o� j'irai, car elle s'int�ressa aux bracelets de tennis.
Elle n'a jamais tenu une raquette, mais bon... Je r�pondis oui. Puis il y
eut quelques paires de bas, de la lingerie, un foulard, les rayons parfum et
maquillage et quelques bricoles.

Finalement, elle me regarda avec des yeux p�tillants comme du champagne, et
dit :
" Ca va �tre cher tout �a... On passe � la caisse ? "

Quand je r�pondis :
" Non, mon amour, je ne le sens pas bien... ",
son visage devint b�at d'�tonnement et sa bouche resta ouverte.
Je lui dis alors :
" je n'ai pas sp�cialement envie, je voulais simplement te voir habill�e
ainsi. Tu n'es pas assez en phase avec mes capacit�s financi�res d'homme
pour que je puisse satisfaire tes d�sirs d'achats de femme. "
Et comme elle me regardait avec des yeux assassins, j'ajoutai :
"Je voudrais que tu m'aimes pour ce que je suis et non pour ce que je
t'ach�te".

Et vlan dans la gueule!

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This is the New ME. I'm Wanted... 

Love VS Marriage VS Lust

 

LOVE vs. LUST vs. MARRIAGE



LOVE - When your eyes meet across a crowded room.
LUST - When your tongues meet across a crowded room.
MARRIAGE - When you try to lose your spouse in a crowded room.

LOVE - When intercourse is called "making love".
LUST - When intercourse is called "screwing."
MARRIAGE - When intercourse is a town in Pennsylvania.

LOVE - When you argue over how many children to have.
LUST - When you argue over who gets the wet spot.
MARRIAGE - When you argue over whose idea it was to have kids.

LOVE - When you share everything you own.
LUST - When you steal everything they own.
MARRIAGE - When the bank owns everything.

LOVE - When it doesn't matter if you don't climax.
LUST - When the relationship is over if you don't climax.
MARRIAGE - When...uh...what's a climax?

LOVE - When you phone each other just to say, "Hi."
LUST - When you phone each other to pick a hotel room.
MARRIAGE - When you phone each other to bitch about work.

LOVE - When you write poems about your partner.
LUST - When all you write is your phone number.
MARRIAGE - When all you write is checks.

LOVE - When your only concern is for your partner's feelings.
LUST - When your only concern is to find a room with mirrors all
around.
MARRIAGE - When you're only concern as to what's on TV.

LOVE - When you are proud to be seen in public with your partner.
LUST - When you only see each other naked.
MARRIAGE - When you never see each other awake.

LOVE - When your heart flutters every time you see them.
LUST - When your groin twitches every time you see them.
MARRIAGE - When your wallet empties every time you see them.

LOVE - When all the songs on the radio describe exactly how you
feel.
LUST - When the song on the radio determines how you do it.
MARRIAGE - When you listen to talk radio.

LOVE - When breaking up is something you try not to think about.
LUST - When staying together is something you try not to think
about.
MARRIAGE - When just getting through the day is your only thought.

LOVE - When you're only interested in doing things with your
partner.
LUST - When you're only interested in doing things TO your partner.
MARRIAGE - When you're only interested in your golf score.

LOVE - When a rainy day means more time to stay inside and talk.
LUST- When a rainy day means more time to stay inside and have sex.
MARRIAGE - When a rainy day means it's time to clean the basement.

LOVE - You only leave the house to buy coffee and doughnuts.
LUST - You only leave the house to buy condoms and Vaseline.
MARRIAGE - You only leave the house when you're allowed.



Love: When you take a bubble bath together.
Lust: When you take a bath in Jell-O together.
Marriage: When you give the kids a bath.

Love: A romantic candlelight dinner for two.
Lust: "Do I have to buy you dinner first?”
Marriage: 4 Happy Meals...to go.

Love: Giving your love some candy.
Lust: Thinking you are the candy.
Marriage: Scraping candy off of the carpet.

Love: A night out at the Symphony.
Lust: A night out at the Ramada Inn.
Marriage: A night out at Sesame Street On Ice.

Love: Lending your jacket to your love when he/she is cold.
Lust: "I can think of a way to stay warm..."
Marriage: Your teenager just took your jacket.

Love: Talking and cuddling.
Lust: Rolling over and falling asleep.
Marriage: Getting up to wash your hands...

Love: Long drives through the countryside.
Lust: Long parking sessions at Lover's Lookout.
Marriage: Long drives with the kids screaming in the back-seat.

Love: Sex every night.
Lust: Sex 5 times a night.
Marriage: Sex?

$20 bill

A well-known speaker started off his seminar
by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked,

"Who would like this $20 bill?"

Hands started going up.

He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you
but first, let me do this.

He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill.

He then asked, "Who still wants it?"

Still the hands were up in the air.
Well, he replied, "What if I do this?"

And he dropped it on the ground
and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.

He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty.

"Now, who still wants it?"

Still the hands went into the air.

My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson.

No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it
because it did not decrease in value.

It was still worth $20.

Many times in our lives,
we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt
by the decisions we make and
the circumstances that come our way.

We feel as though we are worthless.

But no matter what has happened or
what will happen, you will never lose your value.

Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased,
you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you.

The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we
know, but by WHO WE ARE.

You are special- Don't EVER forget it."

Count your blessings, not your problems.

And remember: amateurs built the ark .
professionals built the Titanic.

If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it.

Gods, and Indians!!!

(For those who didn’t understand: These two guys are in America; one is a, let’s say, a pure American and the other an Indian. And Indians got a lot of deities as you would know.)

OneStone

There once was an Apache Indian whose given name was "Onestone". So

named because he had only one testicle. He hated that name and asked

everyone not to call him Onestone.

After years and years of torment, Onestone finally cracked and said,

"If anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!" The word got

around and nobody called him that any more.

Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said, "Good

morning, Onestone." He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest

where he made love to her all day and all night. He made love to her

all the next day, until Blue Bird died from exhaustion.

The word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he would do.

Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until a woman

named Yellow Bird returned to the village after being away for many years.

Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when she saw

Onestone. She hugged him and said, "Good to see you Onestone."

Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made love

to her all day, made love to her all night, made love to her all the

next day, made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!

What is the moral of this story?????

OH, come on...take a guess!

Think about it.

(You're going to love this!)

And the moral is

You can't kill two birds with one stone!!!

All yours,

Atwin ;)

BRILLIANT WAYS GIRLS TURN GUYS DOWN!!

BRILLIANT WAYS GIRLS TURN GUYS DOWN!!

HE: I'm a photographer I've been  looking for a face  like yours!  
SHE: I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been  looking for a  face like yours!!  

HE: May I have the pleasure of this  dance?  
SHE: No, I'd like to have some  pleasure too!!!  

HE: How did you get to be so beautiful?
SHE: I must have been given your share!!!  

HE: Will you come out with me this Saturday?
SHE: Sorry! I'm having a headache this weekend!!!  

HE: Go on, don't be shy. Ask me out!
SHE: Okay, get out!!!  

HE: I think I could make you very happy 
SHE: Why? Are you leaving?  

HE: What would you say if I asked u to marry me?
SHE: Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time!!!  

HE: Can I have your name?
SHE: Why, don't you already have one?  

HE: Shall we go and see a film?
SHE: I've already seen it!!!  

HE: Do you think it was fate that brought us together?
SHE: Nah, it was plain bad luck!!!  

HE: Where have you been all my life?
SHE: Hiding from you.  

HE: Haven't I seen you someplace before?
SHE: Yes, thats why I don't go there anymore.  

HE: Is this seat empty?
SHE: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.  

HE: So, what do you do for a living?
SHE: I'm a female impersonator.  

HE: Hey baby, what's your sign?
SHE: Do not enter.  

FORWARD ON TO ALL WOMEN IN NEED OF  SOME LAUGHS  
(and men who may appreciate good humour)

 

Imagination at its best !

 

 

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From: Gonpot Preethee [mailto:pgonpot@uom.ac.mu]
Sent: 28 September 2005 08:24
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Subject: Imagination at its best !

 

 
 
 

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His 'really' awesome story begins from here till it ends below..... Slowly scroll down and enjoy it!

 

HUMAN BEINGS ARE SUCH SMALL CREATURES, AREN'T THEY?  SO DON'T BE TOO  WORRIED ABOUT EVERYTHING,  TREASURE EVERY MOMENT, DO WHAT YOU WISH TO DO.....  BROADEN  YOUR VIEW, BROADEN  YOUR MIND,  DON'T WORRY TOO MUCH  ABOUT THINGS THAT ARE BOTHERING YOU,  DO TREASURE  YOUR LOVED ONES, LIVE SAFELY AND PEACEFULLY,  ALWAYS BE HAPPY TO WELCOME THE COMING OF THE NEW DAY.......  ENJOY  THE SUNSHINE ...  ALWAYS LOOK AT THE BRIGHTER SIDE OF THINGS.....

 

 

Harvard Maths....

RELIABLE CALCULATION CALCULATED BY MEN…..

 


 

 

Me, my, myself
Atwinix

FW: jokes

Lol

Enjoy

Atwinix ;-)

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Cheers . . .

>
>TOWEL DROP.
>  A beautiful young woman gets out of the shower, wraps a
>towel
>around her and tells her husband that he can get in the shower. As
>he
>enters
>the shower, the doorbell rings. The wife says she'll get the door
>and
>goes
>downstairs. When she opens the door, she sees her neighbour, Kevish,
>whose
>mouth opens wide at the sight of her shimmering form. He pulls out
>two
>one
>hundred dollar bills and tells her that they are hers if she will
>just
>let
>the towel fall to her waist.
>She thinks why not and drops the towel down and takes the money.
>Kevish
>gasps at the sight and shows her two more hundreds and offers them
>if
>she
>will just let the towel go altogether. She thinks she has come this
>far
>so,
>what the heck, and drops the towel to the ground. Kevish looks for a
>minute,
>thanks her and leaves.
>When she got back upstairs, her husband had completed his shower and
>asks
>her who was at the door. She says : Just Kevish.
>The husband replies, "Did he say anything about the $400 he owes me
>?"
>
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