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Once upon a time a married couple celebrated their 25th marriage anniversary.
They had become famous in the city for not having a single conflict in their period of 25 years.
Local newspaper editors had gathered at the occasion to find out the secret of their well known “happy going marriage”.
Editor: “Sir. It’s amazingly unbelievable. How did you make this possible?”
Husband recalling his old honeymoon days said:
“We had been to Bora Bora for honeymoon after marriage.
Having selected the horse riding finally, we both started the ride on different horses.
My horse was pretty okay but the horse on which my wife was riding seemed to be a crazy one.
On the way ahead, that horse jumped suddenly, making my wife topple over.
Recovering her position from the ground, she patted the horse’s back and said
“This is your first time”.
She again climbed the horse and continued with the ride.
After a while, it happened again.
This time she again kept calm and said
“This is your second time” and continued.
When the horse dropped her third time,
she silently took out the revolver from the purse and shot the horse dead.
I shouted at my wife:
“What did you do you psycho. You killed the poor animal. Are you crazy?” …
She gave a silent look and said:
“This is your first time
Husband: “That’s it. We are happy ever after.”
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A man lay sprawled across three seats in the cinema.
When the usherette came by and noticed this, she whispered to the old man “Sorry sir, but you're only allowed one seat”.
The old man didn't budge
The usherette became more impatient.
She said “Sir, if you don't move from there I'm going to have to call the manager.”
Once again the old man just muttered and did nothing.
The usherette marched briskly up the aisle, and returned with the manager.
Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move the old dishevelled man, but with no success.
Finally they summoned the police.
The officer surveyed the situation briefly, then asked “All right mate, whats your name?”
“Fred” the old man moaned.
“Where you from, Fred?” asked the police officer.
With a terrible strain in his voice, and without moving, Fred replied…
“THE BALCONY!”
