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Scott took his blind date to the carnival. "What would you like to
do first, Mary?" asked Scott. "I want to get weighed," she said. They ambled over to the weight guesser. He guessed 120 pounds. She got on the scale, it read 117 and she won a prize.
 
Next the couple went on the Ferris wheel. When the ride was over, Scott again asked Mary what she would like to do. "I want to get weighed," she said. Back to the weight guesser they went. Since they had been there before, he guessed her correct weight, and Scott lost his dollar.

The couple walked around the carnival and again he asked where to go next. "I want to get weighed," she responded. By this time, Scott figured she was really weird and took her home early, dropping her off with a handshake.
 
Her roommate, Laura, asked her about the blind date, "How'd it go?"Mary responded, "Oh, Waura, it was wousy."

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I'm not even supposed to be here today said…
I'm literally laughed my tail off! I even interrupted Jake's Sunday Sports-Watching ritual and made him come read him (cause I suck at telling jokes). That's a good one!
Monday, 19 September, 2005
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