Ne talku, o naftalinu barstė turbūt. Ant kiek senas šitas "anekdotas"

"Dovydas" <dovydas@dovydas.com> wrote in message news:msrc4s$49n$1@trimpas.omnitel.net...
> "Hurry!" she said. "Stand in the corner." She quickly rubbed baby oil all 
> over him and then she dusted him with talcum powder. "Don't move until I 
> tell you to," she whispered. "Just pretend you're a statue."
> "What's this, honey?" the husband inquired as he entered the room.
> "Oh, it's just a statue," she replied nonchalantly. "The Smiths bought one 
> for their bedroom. I liked it so much, I got one for us, too."
> No more was said about the statue, not even later that night when they went 
> to sleep.
> Around two in the morning the husband got out of bed, went to the kitchen 
> and returned a while later with a sandwich and a glass of milk.
> "Here," he said to the 'statue'. "Eat something. I stood like an idiot at 
> the Smiths' for three days and nobody offered me as much as a glass of 
> water."
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