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COWBOY POETRY - BUYING A BRA
I walked into the ladies shop
My hat pulled over my eyes, I didn't want to take a chance On bein' recognized. I walked up to the sales clerk - I didn't hem or haw - I told that lady right straight out, 'I'm here to buy a bra.' From behind I heard some snickers, So I turned around to see Every woman in that store Was a'gawki n' right at me! 'What kind would you be looking for?' Well, I just scratched my head. I'd only seen one kind before, 'Thought bras was bras,' I said.
(Continued in next column...)
Lingerie Laughs!
A man walks into the lingerie department of Macy's In New York City .He tells the sales lady, 'I would like a Southern Baptist bra for my wife, size 34B.' Confused, and a little flustered, the man asks, 'So, What are the differences?' The sales lady responds, 'It's really quite simple. The Catholic bra supports the masses, the Salvation Army bra lifts up the fallen, and the Presbyterian bra keeps them staunch and upright.'
He muses on that information for a minute and says, 'Hmm. I know I'll regret asking, but what does the Southern Baptist bra do?'
A Southern Baptist Bra
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