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Two Ladies of the Night
by Peter J. Hedge

Wednesday, November 19, 2003

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Sorry for repeating myself but none of the jokes are mine . . . just the format.


                    Two Ladies of the Night

Two ladies of the night,
Were getting rather tight,
As together, they sat drinking at a bar.
One was an English wench,
The other she was French
And really could out-drink her friend by far.

Then said the English chick,
It really makes me sick.
“I don’t know how you French girls ever do it.
“For every time I’ve tried,
“I’ve ended up pie-eyed . . .
“. . . and know that yet again I’ve been and blew it.

“So, before I get much sicker,
“How do you hold your liquor?”
And down her face there trickled tiny tears.
But the French whore merely smiled,
And said, “Why now my child,
“I just reach down and grab him by the ears!”

 

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