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Thursday, January 22, 2004

...if I don’t stop working so much.

Two elderly men were visiting with together on the front porch, chatting about the week and the things they had done. One of the men had taken his wife to a new restaurant a few nights before, and had thought that the food, service and prices were all first-rate.

First man: “What’s the name of this restaurant? I’d like to take the missus there sometime.”

Second man: “Well, let’s see… I’m picturing a flower… what do you call those red flowers, real nice smelling, with prickly things on the stems?”

First man: “Do you mean a rose?”

Second man: “Yes, that’s it, a rose.”

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