Pinnochio has a talk with Gestapo (or whatever his name was).
"Pops? I have a problem. I got a girlfriend now and we want to have sex, but when we tried, she got a splinter 'down there' and she said never again unless I do something about that.
What can I do?"
"No prob. Pinno! Here's some fine-grit sandpaper, it'll smooth that right out and you'll be splinter free!"
"Thanks Pops!"
**Week later**
"Hey Pinnochio! How's it going with your girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?! Who needs girlfriends?"
"Pops? I have a problem. I got a girlfriend now and we want to have sex, but when we tried, she got a splinter 'down there' and she said never again unless I do something about that.
What can I do?"
"No prob. Pinno! Here's some fine-grit sandpaper, it'll smooth that right out and you'll be splinter free!"
"Thanks Pops!"
**Week later**
"Hey Pinnochio! How's it going with your girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?! Who needs girlfriends?"
I used to tell a lot of religious jokes. Not any more, I'm a registered sects offender.
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...the least christian thing a person can do is to become a christian. ~Chuck
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NO MA'AM
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...the least christian thing a person can do is to become a christian. ~Chuck
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NO MA'AM
