Walking up to a department store's fabric
counter, the pretty girl said, "I would like to buy this material for a new
dress. How much does it cost?" "Only one kiss per yard," replied the male clerk
with a smirk. "That's fine," said the girl. "I'll take ten yards." With
expectation and anticipation written all over his face, the clerk quickly
measured out the cloth, wrapped it up, then teasingly held it out.
The
girl snapped up the package, pointed to the old geezer standing beside her, and
smiled, "Grandpa will pay the bill."
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