Bob's Corner
Continuing his periodic lazy daze, the editor this issue chooses to use an email from daughter Vicki down south. Enjoy.
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He: Can I buy you a drink?
She: Actually, I’d rather have the money.
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He: I’m a photographer. I’ve been looking for a face like yours.
She: I’m a plastic surgeon. I’ve been looking for a face like yours!
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He: Hi. Didn’t we go on a date once? Or was it twice?
She: Must’ve been once. I never make the same mistake twice.
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He: How did you get to be so beautiful?
She: I must’ve been given your share.
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He: Will you go out with me this Saturday?
She: Sorry. I’m having a headache this weekend.
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He: Your face must turn a few heads.
She: And your face must turn a few stomachs.
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He: Go on, don’t be shy. Ask me out.
She: OK, get out.
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He: I think I could make you very happy.
She: Why? Are you leaving?
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He: What would you say if I asked you to marry me?
She: Nothing. I can’t talk and laugh at the same time.
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He: Can I have your name?
She: Why? Don't you already have one?
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He: Shall we go see a movie?
She: I’ve already seen it.
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He: Where have you been all my life?
She: Hiding from you.
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He: Haven’t I seen you some place before?
She: Yes. That’s why I don’t go there anymore.
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He: Is this seat empty?
She: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.
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He: So, what do you do for a living?
She: I’m a female impersonator.
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He: Hey baby, what's your sign?
She: Do not enter.
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He: Your body is like a temple.
She: Sorry, there are no services today.
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He: If I could see you naked, I’d die happy.
She: If I saw you naked, I’d probably die laughing.
