Seven Inches


I was sitting on my own in a restaurant, when I saw a beautiful woman at another table. I sent her a bottle of the most expensive wine on the menu.

She sent me a note: “I will not touch a drop of this wine unless you can assure me that you have seven inches in your pants.”

So I wrote back: “Give me the wine. As gorgeous as you are, I’m not cutting off three inches for anyone. “


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