An old man takes a young pretty woman.
On her wedding night, the woman begins to gossip:
“We’re going to die, we’re going to die!”
What does the husband:
“Why should we die?”
“Well,” says the woman, “you from straining, and me from laughing!”
London, drizzling rain, but my hair is perfect
London, drizzling rain, but my hair is perfect.
Paris, sparkling sunshine, but my hair is still…
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