Husband Was Randy, The Kick-Boxer

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Monday, 11 November 2013

After several beers, I saw this really great-looking lady at the local bar the other night that I had never seen before. So I go over next to her at the counter, miss the stool, got back up and asked, "How are you doing tonight, lovely lady?" She answered, "I'm married to your wife's brother, George. Remember? The kick-boxer?"

So I gave her a slick "Well, guess I'll go home. You looked different after all the beer."

One foot in my mouth is enough for the night.

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