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Once there were twin brothers by the name of Jones. John was married and Joe was single. The single brother, Joe, was the proud owner of a dilapidated row boat. It happened that John Jones' wife died the same day that Joe's rowboat filled with water and sunk. A few days later, a kindly old lady met Joe, and mistaking him for John said: "Oh, Mr Jones, I'm sorry to hear of your great loss. You must feel terrible." Joe smiled and said: "Well, I'm not a bit sorry! She was rather old from the start. Her bottom was all chewed up, and she smelled of dead fish. Even the first time I got into her, she made water faster than anything I ever saw. She had a bad crack, and a pretty big hole in her front, and that hole got bigger every time I used her. It got so I could handle her, but if anyone else used her, she leaked like anything. But what finished her was four guys from the other side of town. They came down looking for a good time and asked if I would lend her to them. I warned them she wasn't so hot, but they could take a crack at her if they liked. Well, the result was the crazy fools tried to get inside her all at once, and it was too much for her. She cracked right up the middle. Before he could finish, the old lady fainted. |