Sorry Chris, but you _did_ post this in echomail!  |-)

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 þ Forwarded By : Bill Grimsley of 3:711/934.18
 þ Original From: Chris Robinson of 3:640/305.10{at}fidonet
 þ Original Date: 21:47 on Tue, Nov 22, 1994
 þ Original Area: JABBER_POINT
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A man with a very small penis decided, after many years of humiliating
experiences, to do something about his problem.

A friend told him of a clinic that specialised in penis grafts so he when
along to see if they could help him.  They showed him many photographs of
different penises but he didn't see anything he fancied.  Eventually he was
down to the last catalogue and the staff was despairing of finding anything
he liked when...

"That's it!" he cried, "that's what I want", indicating
what looked very much like a large elephants trunk.

The staff of the penis graft clinic waggled their eyebrows at him and asked
if that was really what he wanted.  Yes, that was definitely the one for
him, so they agreed to go ahead with the operation.

After a few weeks he got out of hospital and decided to take his girlfriend
out to dinner that very night, with high hopes of impressing her mightily
later that evening.

They were well into the main course at a very posh restaurant when a waiter
happened to pass by their table carrying a tray of iced buns.  Suddenly a
large grey protuberance came out from under the table, swiped a bun off the
tray, then disappeared back under the table cloth.

"What do you think of that?" the man asked his astounded date

"Absolutely fantastic!" she replied.  "Can you do it again?"

"I'd really like to," he said "but I don't think I could fit
another bun up my arse".

Regards, Chris

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