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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 dont know how you French girls ever do it.
For every time Ive tried,
Ive ended up pie-eyed . . .
. . . and know that yet again Ive 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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