| I’m seven times seventy, Plus a decade more. This has all happened before. Red and gold, I am no liar. My nursery will be made From my funeral pyre. |
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Our nephew was getting married to a doctor’s daughter. At the wedding reception, the father of the bride stood to read his toast, which he had scribbled on a piece of scrap paper.
Several times during his speech, he halted, overcome with what I assumed was a moment of deep emotion. But after a particularly long pause, he explained, “I’m sorry. I can’t seem to make out what I’ve written down.” Looking out into the audience, he asked, “Is there a pharmacist in the house?”
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| I’m powerful enough to clean most anything, Yet gentle enough to eat. I’m used to make an explosion of sorts, I can kill grass, I can clean up even the smelliest stench, |
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In the middle of an argument, a man said to his wife, “I don’t know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time!”
The wife responded calmly, “Allow me to explain… the good Lord made me beautiful, so you would be attracted to me; and he made me stupid, so I would be attracted to you!”
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