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From: "Franklin R.B. McMaster" <superchi...@verizon.net>
Subject: FW:
To: <vann...@yahoo.com>, <sharay...@msn.com>,
"Duane Duncan" <Du...@ourLordJesus.com>,
"Frangump@Hotmail. Com" <Fran...@Hotmail.Com>,
"Frank Andrews" <andr...@nwi.net>, "Gloria Millo" <glow...@juno.com>,
"Jeanette Franz Home" <jeanett...@yahoo.com>,
"Laura Stork" <sto...@verizon.net>,
"Laurent Collaveri" <coll...@excite.com>, <Markn...@comcast.net>,
"Marlydann Wehrli-Dice" <charli...@hotmail.com>,
"Paul Allen" <psall...@hotmail.com>, "Penny " <peti...@wavecable.com>,
"Steve Fischer" <steveandc...@comcast.net>,
"Tammy MCMASTER" <sweetpe...@aol.com>, "Tanya" <roses...@hotmail.com>,
"Tiffany" <tiffany...@verizon.net>, "Wendy Watkins" <wend...@gmail.com>
From: MONTE STEIN [mailto:monteo...@msn.com]
Sent: Wednesday, October 26, 2005 11:00 AM
To: James and Melissa Franzen; Franklin R.B. McMaster; sharon marrell; Tiffany Goodenbour
Subject: Fw:
----- Original Message -----
From: Stork, Laura
To: Quam, Nancy ; Dreyer, Shauna ; Lisa Hanning ; Carrie Darnell ; MONTE STEIN
Sent: Wednesday, October 26, 2005 8:06 AM
Subject: FW:
>TWO OLD MEN DECIDE THEY ARE CLOSE TO THEIR LAST DAYS AND DECIDE TO
>HAVE A LAST NIGHT ON THE TOWN. AFTER A FEW DRINKS,THEY END UP AT THE
>LOCAL BROTHEL.
>
>THE MADAM TAKES ONE LOOK AT THE TWO OLD GEEZERS AND WHISPERS TO HER
>MANAGER, "GO UP TO THE FIRST TWO BEDROOMS AND PUT AN INFLATED DOLL
>IN EACH BED.
>
>THESE TWO ARE SO OLD AND DRUNK, I'M NOT WASTING TWO OF MY GIRLS ON
>THEM. THEY WON'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE." THE MANAGER DOES AS HE
>
>IS TOLD AND THE TWO OLD MEN GO UPSTAIRS AND TAKE CARE OF THEIR
>BUSINESS.
>
>AS THEY ARE WALKING HOME THE FIRST MAN SAYS, "YOU KNOW, I THINK MY
>GIRL WAS DEAD!"
>
>"DEAD?" SAYS HIS FRIEND, "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?" "WELL, SHE NEVER
>MOVED OR MADE A SOUND ALL THE TIME I WAS LOVING HER! ."
>
>HIS FRIEND SAYS, "I THINK MINE WAS A WITCH."
>
>"A WITCH, WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT?"
>
>"WELL, I WAS MAKING LOVE TO HER, KISSING HER ON THE NECK AND I GAVE
>HER A LITTLE BITE, THEN SHE FARTED AND FLEW OUT THE WINDOW."
>
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