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My Dear Wife,
You will surely understand that I have certain needs that you, being 57 years old, can no longer satisfy. I am very happy with you and I value you as a good wife. Therefore, after reading this letter, I hope that you will not wrongly interpret the fact that I will be spending the evening with my 18 year old secretary at the Comfort Inn Hotel. Please don't be upset----I shall be home before midnight.
When the man came home late that night, he found the following letter on the dining room table:

My Dear Husband, I received your letter and thank you for your honesty about my being 57 years old. I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that you are also 57 years old. As you know, I am a math teacher at our local college. I would like to inform you that while you read this, I will be at the Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students, who is also the assistant tennis coach. He is young, virile, and like your secretary, is 18 years old. As a successful businessman who has an excellent knowledge of math, you will understand that we are in the same situation, although with one small difference - 18 goes into 57 a lot more times than 57 goes into 18. Therefore, I will not be home until sometime tomorrow..

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Paddy and Mick were both laid off, so they went to the unemployment office:

When asked his occupation, Paddy answered, "Knicker Stitcher, i sew da elastic onto ladies' knickers and thongs."
The clerk looked up Knicker Stitcher on his computer and finding it classified as unskilled labour, he gave him £80 a week unemployment pay.

Mick was next in and when asked his occupation replied. "Diesel Fitter."
Since a diesel fitter was a skilled job, the clerk gave Mick £160 a week.
When Paddy found out he was furious.
He stormed back into the office to find out why his friend and co-worker was collecting double his pay.

The clerk explained....
"Knicker Stitchers are unskilled labour and Diesel Fitters are skilled labour."
"What skill?" Yelled Paddy.
'I sew da elastic on da knickers and thongs, then Mick puts 'em over his head and says:
"Yep, diesel fitter.
 
A flat-chested young lady went to Dr. Smith about enlarging her tiny breasts:
Dr. Smith advised her. "Every day after your shower rub your chest and say, 'Scooby doobie doobies, I want bigger boobies.'"
She did this faithfully for several months and it worked. She grew terrific D-cup boobs!

One morning she was running late, got on the bus and in a panic realized she had forgotten her morning ritual.
Frightened she might lose her lovely boobs if she didn't recite the little rhyme, she stood right there in the middle aisle of the bus, closed her eyes and said. "Scooby doobie doobies, I want bigger boobies."

A guy sitting nearby looked at her and said. "By any chance, are you a patient of Dr. Smith's?"
"Why, yes I am. How did you know?"
He leaned closer, winked and whispered......
"Hickory dickory dock..."
 
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