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A few days before his son was due to leave for his first semester at university, a father sat him down for a quiet chat.

“Son,” he said, “in college you’re going to be surrounded by beautiful girls, so I got you something from the chemist.”

“Dad, you didn’t need to. I’ve already got condoms.”

“With a face like yours, you won’t be needing condoms, son. I bought you some anti-depressants.”


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