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A history professor was explaining how society’s ideal of beauty changes with time.
“Take Miss America in 1921,” he noted. “She stood 5′ 1′ tall, weighed 108 pounds, and had measurements of 30-25-32. How do you think she’d do in today’s beauty contest?” One student piped up, “Not very well! She’d be way too old!”
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| I have many numbers, usually 50. But, of those numbers, showing are only 13 minus 3. I am typically heavy, though I am small in size. I can be used for storing a prize! I come with a special code of sorts, usually numbers 3. Sometimes memorization can be hard, or easy! What Am I? |
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Three wives were bemoaning their husbands’ attitudes towards leftovers:
“It gets rough,” one said. “My husband is a TV producer, and he calls them reruns.” “You think you have it bad,” was the reply. “Mine is a quality control engineer, and he calls them rejects!” “That’s nothing compared to me,” said the third lady. “My husband is a mortician. He calls them remains!”
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