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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