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Normally I wouldn't share jokes from emails and all that forwarded stuff but this one had me laughing out loud for a while. I'm easily entertained, what can I say.


A man  walks into a drug store with his 8-year old  son.
They happen  to walk by the condom display, and the boy  asks, "What are  these, Dad?

To which  the man matter-of-factly replies, "Those are called Condoms son. Men use them to have safe  sex."

"Oh I see," replied the boy  pensively. Yes, I've  heard of that in health class at  school." He looks  over the display and picks up a package  of  3 and asks,  "Why are there 3 in this package?"

The  dad replies, "Those are for high school boys,  one
For Friday, one for Saturday, and one for  Sunday."

"Cool" says the boy. He notices  a 6 pack and Asks, "Then who are these  for?"

"Those are for college men," the  dad answers, TWO
For Friday, TWO for  Saturday, and TWO for Sunday."

"WOW!"  exclaimed the boy, "then who uses THESE?" he asks, picking Up a 12  pack.
With a sigh and a tear in his eye, the dad  replied, "Those are for married men. One for January, one for  February, one for  March......."  


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