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A Hypnotist


A woman comes home and tells her husband, “Remember those Headaches I’ve been having all these years? Well, they’re gone.”

 “No more headaches?” The husband asks, “What happened?” His wife replies, Margie referred me to a hypnotist. 

He told me To Stand in front of a mirror, stare at myself and repeat,… “I do not Have a Headache; 

 I do not have a headache, I do not have a headache.

 It Worked! The headaches are all gone.” The husband replies, “Well, that is wonderful.”

 His wife then says, “You know, you haven’t been exactly a ball Of Fire in the bedroom these last few years.

 Why don’t you go see the Hypnotist and see if he can do anything for that?” The husband agrees to try it Following his appointment, The husband comes home, rips off his Clothes, picks up his wife and carries her into the bedroom. 

 He Puts her on The bed and says, “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” 

 He goes into The Bathroom and comes back. 

 A few minutes later and jumps into bed And makes Passionate love to his wife like never before.

 His wife says, “Boy, that was wonderful!” The husband says, “Don’t move! I will be right back.” 

 He goes back Into the bathroom, comes back and round two was even better than The First time. The wife sits up and her head is spinning.

 Her husband again says, “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” With That, He goes back in the bathroom. 

 This time, his wife quietly follows him and there, in the Bathroom, She sees him standing at the mirror and saying,

 “She’s not my Wife. 

 She’s Not my wife. 

 She’s not my wife…” 

 --blonde Got Caught In A Blizzard-- 

 A blonde got caught in a blizzard… 

It was snowing heavily and blowing to the point that visibility was almost zero when the little blonde got off work.

 She made her way to her car and wondered how she was going to make it home. 

 She sat in her car while it warmed up and thought about her situation. 

She finally remembered her dad’s advice that if she got caught in a blizzard she should wait for a snow plow to come by and follow it. 

That way she would not get stuck in the snow drift.

 This made her feel much better and sure enough in a little while a snow plow went by and she started to follow it. 

As she followed the snow plow she was feeling very smug as they continued and she was not having any problem with the blizzard conditions.

 After quite some time had passed she was somewhat surprised when the snow plow stopped and the driver got out and came back to her car and signaled for her to roll down her window. 

The snow plow driver wanted to know if she was all right as she had been following him for a long time.

 She said that she was fine and told him of her dad’s advice to follow a snow plow when caught in a blizzard. 

 The driver replied that it was okay with him and she could continue following if she wanted but he was done with the Walmart parking lot and was going over to the K-mart next.

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