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Date: Wed, 16 May 2001 04:47:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: becky.spencer@enron.com
To: dan.hyvl@enron.com, kimberlee.bennick@enron.com
Subject: Mother's Worries
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> A Mother had 3 virgin daughters and they were all getting married
> within
> a short time period. Because Mom was a bit worried about how their sex
> 
> life would get started, she made them all promise to send a postcard
> from the honeymoon with a few words on how marital sex felt. The first
> 
> girl sent a card from Hawaii two days after the wedding.
> 
> The card said nothing but "Nescafe." Mom was puzzled at first, but
> then
> went to the kitchen and got out the Nescafe jar. It said: "Good till
> the
> last drop." Mom blushed, but was pleased for her daughter.
> 
> The second girl sent the card from Vermont a week after the wedding,
> and
> the card read: "Benson & Hedges". Mom now knew to go straight to her
> husband's cigarettes, and she read from the Benson & Hedges pack:
> "Extra
> Long. King Size. She was again slightly embarrassed but still happy
> for
> her daughter.
> 
> The third girl left for her honeymoon in the Caribbean. Mom waited for
> a
> week, nothing. Another week went by and still nothing. Then after a
> whole month, a card finally arrived. Written on it with shaky
> handwriting were the words "British Airways." Mom took out her latest
> Harper's Bazaar magazine, flipped through the pages fearing the worst,
> 
> and finally found the ad for BA. The ad said: "Three times a day,
> seven
> days a week, both ways."
> 
> Mom fainted...