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Where Did I Come from?

“Daddy, where did I come from?” seven-year-old Rachel asks.

It is a moment for which her parents have carefully prepared. They take her into the living room, get out several other books, and explain all they think she should know about sexual attraction, affection, love, and reproduction.

Then they both sit back and smile contentedly. “Does that answer your question?” the mom asks.

“Not really,” the little girl says. “Judy said she came from Detroit. I want to know where I came from.”

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A successful young ‘Tycoon Designate’ was enjoying the full works at a fancy hairdressing salon in the West End.

“Dressing, sir?” asked the barber.

“No, no!” came the swift reply, “My wife might think I had been to a brothel.”

Unknown to him, his boss was also making an incognito visit to the high class establishment.

When he was asked the same question he came out in fine voice for the benefit of his unsuspecting executive, who was still receiving a nail manicure, “yes please, pile it on if you like. My wife has no idea of the smell you find in a brothel!”

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