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Smart
Feb 24th, 2009 by Adam

Are you ready?

Ready for what?

To say something smart.

Er… give me a minute

Condoms and broccolis
Jan 18th, 2009 by Adam

JILL: I’m sorry, this is my cart.

PATRICIA: Did you buy six packs of condom and ten pieces of broccoli?

JILL: I didn’t pay attention, I just threw in everything I liked.

PATRICIA: Condoms and broccolis, hmm. Seems perfect for a vegetarian orgy.

JILL: Wanna join in?

PATRICIA: I eat meat.

JILL: Every day? I mean, every night?

PATRICIA: If available.

JILL: So what’s in your cart then? Let me see… Ten packs of condom and six pieces of broccoli. You seem to prefer sex to eating.

PATRICIA: I eat meat. And I see one or two of my lovers every day. Broccoli is rich in vitamin something needed by men.

JILL: I know, I read probably the same book, “How to organize a vegie orgy”.

PATRICIA: Never more than two men in the same bed.

JILL: The question is how many beds you have.

PATRICIA: One in my bedroom, of course, a sofa in the dining room. I also have a large dining table. Does it count?

JILL: It scores only half.

PATRICIA: Well, Dick is short, so that’s a problem… And how about carpets?

JILL: At your age?

PATRICIA: I’m just the organizer. Or voyeur, if you like.

JILL: I want to peep you peep one day.

PATRICIA: Your place or my place?

JILL: It doesn’t matter. We got sixteen packs of condom and sixteen broccolis altogether.

The George
Jan 17th, 2009 by Adam

MARY: You may not know that I broke up with George since we last met.

BOB: So I have more chance now…

MARY: More. Enough to invite me for a whisky. Maybe even for a dinner.

BOB: And what are the chances of having sex after that whisky? Or after the dinner?

MARY: I don’t want to disappoint you…

BOB: OK, I’m waiting till you’ll have broken up with Peter, then with Tom who calls you Bunny, then maybe with another George…

MARY: Stop it. And stop fidgeting with my phone.

BOB: Just a sec. Who is this Bergyle? That’s a new guy.

MARY: Ann Bergyle?

BOB: A woman? Let me delete it.

MARY: Stop it, bastard. You’re ruining your last chance to invite me for dinner.

BOB: Before having sex?

MARY: Instead of having sex.

BOB: Got it. So Missus Ann Bergyle is gone.

MARY: You really deleted it?

BOB: It was just a woman. Not a candidate to be your partner for the rest of your life.

MARY: Would you please go further down the list and if you find your name, delete it, too.

(phone rings)

BOB: It’s George. Is it the George?

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