BREAKING NEWS: This just in...
A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband.
Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:
· You may visit the store ONLY ONCE!
· There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights.
· You may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor
· You cannot go back down except to exit the building!
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband...
Floor 1: These men have jobs and love the Lord.
Floor 2: These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.
Floor 3: These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids,
and are extremely good looking.
'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.
She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads:
Floor 4: These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids,
are drop-dead good looking and help with the housework.
'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'
Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:
Floor 5: These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak.
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:
Floor 6: You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor.
This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.
Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you
exit the building, and have a nice day!
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Fri 17 Mar 2006, 15:05,
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Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:
· You may visit the store ONLY ONCE!
· There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights.
· You may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor
· You cannot go back down except to exit the building!
So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband...
Floor 1: These men have jobs and love the Lord.
Floor 2: These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.
Floor 3: These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids,
and are extremely good looking.
'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.
She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads:
Floor 4: These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids,
are drop-dead good looking and help with the housework.
'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'
Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:
Floor 5: These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak.
She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:
Floor 6: You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor.
This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.
Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you
exit the building, and have a nice day!
This...
needs to be added to a story board.
I'm too hungry to do it!
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Fri 17 Mar 2006, 15:07,
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I'm too hungry to do it!
you need to be added to a story board*
*has no idea what this means
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Fri 17 Mar 2006, 15:08,
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*has no idea what this means
she gives me the faking 'orn
she does.
her and that Suzie Dent. Together.
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Fri 17 Mar 2006, 15:09,
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her and that Suzie Dent. Together.
have you done your run yet then or what
seeing as I've sponsored you and all (in a different name!)
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Fri 17 Mar 2006, 15:11,
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One way to get rid of them is to tell 'em stories that dont go anywhere.
Like the time we went over to shelbyville during the war, I wore an onion on my belt....
which was the style at the time...you couldnt get those white ones, you could only get those big yellow ones.................
now where was I........
oh yeah, the important thing was I was wearing an onion on my belt,
which was the style at the time, you couldnt get those white ones,
you could only get those big yellow ones..
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Fri 17 Mar 2006, 15:10,
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Like the time we went over to shelbyville during the war, I wore an onion on my belt....
which was the style at the time...you couldnt get those white ones, you could only get those big yellow ones.................
now where was I........
oh yeah, the important thing was I was wearing an onion on my belt,
which was the style at the time, you couldnt get those white ones,
you could only get those big yellow ones..