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Hollywood marriages are evidently losing
their reputation for brevity: We’ve just heard
about a producer who liked one of his wive so
well that he decided to hold her over for a second
week.
It was teatime in the pad, and the air hung
heavy in thick blue folds as the beat bunch and
their tourist friends lit up. Suddenly, a loud voice
in the hall demanded that they open the door in
the name of legality. The smokers frantically
gathered their still-smoking weeds and stuffed
them in the cuckoo clock, the police entered,
reached diligently, found nothing and left. The
bunch breathed a sigh of relief and made for the
the cuckoo clock just as the clock’s hands announced
there A.M. The little door popped open, and the bird
poked his head out and said, “Hey Mann, What
time is it?”
Mrs Monika pulled Mrs Mamta out of
earshot of the porch, where Mrs Versha’s lovely
Young daughter, Sona, sat.
“It’s really none of my business,” whispered
Mrs Monika, “But have you noticed what your
daughter is doing?”
“Sona?” Mrs Mamta responded
apprehensively. “Why, no. What’s she up to?”
Mrs Monika leaned closer, “She’s knitting
tiny garments,” she hissed.
Mrs Mamta’s troubled brow cleared. “Well
thank goodness,” she said, smiling. “I’m glad to
see she’s taken an interest in something besides
running around with boys.”
The dazzling movie star was applying for
her passport.
“Unmarried?” asked the clerk.
“Occasionally,” answered she.
“We’re going to have a wonderful time
tonight, dearest,” said the young man to his date
as he greeted her in the living room of her
parent’s home. “I have three tickets to the
theatre.”
“But why do we need three tickets?” asked
the truly voluptuous young lady.
Doctor Sunny was called to examine his
friend Rajesh, who, at sixty-four, had married a
woman less than half his age. The doctor noticed
that she was extremely attractive and
Voluptuously proportioned girl. After a through
examination, he knew that the cause of his
friend’s illness was exhaustion; he wrote a
prescription and was preparing to leave when the
patient asked :
“Well, Doctor, what’s wrong with me? Am
I overweight?”
“No, Rajesh,” answered the doctor with a
a sidelong glance at the buscam young bride,
“Overmatched.”