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Posted by Fred on July 1, 2009, 5:14 am
For a bit of a smile.
Fred
http://www.stitchaway.com
If nothing changes, nothing changes.
Don't back stitch to email, just stitchit.
The neighborhood deli was open on a stormy night.
Max, the owner, was getting ready to close when a figure came in through the
door.
A man, covered with snow and looking like a snowman.
He shook off his hat and brushed his shoulders.
He took off his gloves and opened his coat. "Give me a quarter pound novie,
two sour pickles, a schmaltz herring and a rye
bread," he said.
Max was amazed. "For that you came out on a night like this? Your wife sent
you?"
The customer growled,
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"Of course my wife. Do you think my mother would let me go out on a night
like this?"
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