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Little Lucy was playing in the garden when she
spotted two spiders mating. "Daddy, what are
those two spiders doing?"
"They're mating, Lucy" he replied.
"What do you call the spider on top, Daddy?" Lucy
asked.
"Oh, that's a Daddy Longlegs."
Lucy asked, "Oh, so one's a Daddy Longlegs and the
other one is a Mommy Longlegs?"
Daddy replied, "No, both of them are Daddy Longlegs."
Lucy thought for a moment, then took her foot and
stamped them flat. "Well, we're not having THAT sort
of shit in our garden!"
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"How do you feel about sex?" he asked, rather hopefully.
"Well, I'd have to say I like it infrequently," she responded.
The old guy paused....then he asked, "Was that one word or two?"
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"No need for me to come out to the house," the doctor told
the worried caller. "I've checked my files and your uncle
isn't really ill at all - he just thinks he's sick."
A week later, the doctor telephoned to make sure his
diagnosis had been correct. "How's your uncle today?" he
asked.
"Worse," came the reply. "Now he thinks he's dead."
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Little Lucy was playing in the garden when she
spotted two spiders mating. "Daddy, what are
those two spiders doing?"
"They're mating, Lucy" he replied.
"What do you call the spider on top, Daddy?" Lucy
asked.
"Oh, that's a Daddy Longlegs."
Lucy asked, "Oh, so one's a Daddy Longlegs and the
other one is a Mommy Longlegs?"
Daddy replied, "No, both of them are Daddy Longlegs."
Lucy thought for a moment, then took her foot and
stamped them flat. "Well, we're not having THAT sort
of shit in our garden!"
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"How do you feel about sex?" he asked, rather hopefully.
"Well, I'd have to say I like it infrequently," she responded.
The old guy paused....then he asked, "Was that one word or two?"
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"No need for me to come out to the house," the doctor told
the worried caller. "I've checked my files and your uncle
isn't really ill at all - he just thinks he's sick."
A week later, the doctor telephoned to make sure his
diagnosis had been correct. "How's your uncle today?" he
asked.
"Worse," came the reply. "Now he thinks he's dead."
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