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Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2001 06:39:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: dan.hyvl@enron.com
To: harry.collins@enron.com
Subject: FW: Football Farts
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> An old man and his wife have gone to bed.
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> After lying in bed for a few minutes the old man cuts a fart and says,
> "Seven points."
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> His wife rolls over and says, "What in the world was that?"
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> "Touchdown.  I'm ahead 7 to nothing."
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> A few minutes later the wife lets one go and says, "Touchdown, tie
> score."
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> After about ten minutes the old man farts again and says, "Touchdown I'm
> ahead 14 to 7."
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> Now starting to get into it, the wife quickly farts again and says
> "Touchdown, tie score."
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> The old man, not to be outdone, strains really hard but to no avail.  He
> can't fart!  So, not to be outdone by his wife, he gives it everything he
> has, trying for one more fart.  Straining real hard, the old man shits the
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> bed.
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> The wife asks, "What in the hell was that?"
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> The old man replies, "Half-time .  .  .  switch sides."
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