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This guy walks into a bar and two steps in, he realizes it's a gay bar. "But what the heck, I really want a drink."When the gay waiter approaches, he says to the customer, "What's the name of your penis?" The customer says, "Look, I'm not into any of that. All I want is a drink." The gay waiter says, "I'm sorry but I can't serve you until you tell me the name of your penis. Mine for instance is called Nike, for the slogan 'Just Do It.' That guy down at the end of the bar calls his Snickers, because 'It really Satisfies." The customer looks dumbfounded so the bartender tells him he will give him a second to think it over. So the customer asks the man sitting to his left, who is sipping on a beer, "Hey bud, what's the name of your penis?" The man looks back and says with a smile, "TIMEX." The thirsty customer asks, "Why Timex?" The fella proudly replies, "Cause it takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin!" A little shaken, the customer turns to the fella on his right, who is sipping a fruity Margarita and says, "So, what do you call your penis?" The man turns to him and proudly exclaims, "FORD, because Quality is Job 1." Then he adds, "Have you driven a Ford, lately?" Even more shaken, the customer has to think for a moment before he comes up with a name for his penis. Finally, he turns to the bartender and exclaims, "The name of my penis is Secret. Now give me my beer." The bartender begins to pour the customer a beer, but with a puzzled look asks, "Why secret?" The customer says, "Because it's STRONG ENOUGH FOR A MAN, BUT MADE FOR A WOMAN!" >> | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Time goes by, we all shall grow throw our years, The older we become, the regrets more passionate, Live to have no regrets, in the actual reality, We regret to live, human nature is a regretful turmoil. Help me, my angel, teach me your innocence, For I am but a tattered soul, lost in ignorance. Tell me the ways to forget, tell me how� I am hungry for the truth, the strength, and your weakness. Cast these demons to the swine, as in the march of the pigs. Show me to make those happy, for I am drenched in failure, And covered in their unemotional selfishness; that is guilt. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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