A pretty young woman walked up to the fabric counter at a store and said, I would like to buy this material for my new dress. How much does it cost?
Only one kiss per metre, replied the male clerk with a smirk on his face.
Thats fine, said the woman. Ill take five metres.
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 young woman snapped up the package, pointed to the old man behind her, smiled and said, Grandpas gonna pay the bill.
Possum; AKA:- Ali El-Aziz Mohamed Gundawiathan
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