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“...and then this dude comes up to us,” he says, “big burly guy, lotsa muscle.”

“No, honey,” his wife interrupts. “A nice young lady. Shoulder pads are in again.”

“Says his name’s Jim,” he continues, “and if he can borrow my jack.”

“Darling, darling,” his wife interjects, “her name was Jamie, and she asked why you were staring at her rack….”

“He did not!” he protests.

“Yes, she did,” his wife says, “but you were just too distracted.”

“No,” he insists, “I was looking at his mustache, full handlebar like that singer.”

“Yes,” his wife agrees, “her mustache was nice.”


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