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    A Texan walks into a pharmacy and wanders up and down the aisles... The salesgirl notices him and asks him if she can help him. He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife. She directs him down the correct aisle.
    A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string on the counter.
    She says, confused, "Sir, I thought you were looking for tampons for your wife?"
    The Texan answers, "You see, it's like this. Yesterday, I sent my wife to the store to get me a carton of cigarettes and she came home with a tin of tobacco and some rolling paper. So, hell, I figure that if I have to roll my own, so can she!"

    Father O'Flannagan dies due to old age. Upon entering St.Peter's gate, there is another man in front, waiting to go into heaven. St. Peter asks the man, "What is your name what did you accomplish during your life?"
    The man responds "My name is Joe Cohen, and I was a New York City Taxi driver for 14 years"
    "Very well," says St. Peter, "Here is your silk robe and golden sceptre, now you may walk in the streets of our Lord."
    St. Peter looks at the Father, and asks "What is your name and what did you accomplish?"
    He responds, "I'm Father O'Flannagan, and have devoted the last 62 years to the Lord."
    "Very well," says St. Peter, "Here is your cotton robe and wooden staff, you may enter."
    "Wait a minute," says O'Flannagan, "You gave the taxi driver a silk robe and golden sceptre, why did I only get a cotton robe and wooden staff?"
    "Well," St. Peter more...

    how do you get a blonde to pick cotton? lite the string

    Q: How do you make a proud black woman pick cotton?
    A: Light the string on her tampon on fire.

    WARNING! POOR FRED IS DEAD. DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU HAVE COME TO
    MOURN HIS PASSING.
    A bill collector knocked on the door of a country debtor. "Is Fred home?" he asked the woman who answered the door. "Sorry," the woman replied. "Fred's gone for cotton."
    The next day the collector tried again. "Is Fred here today?"
    "No, sir," she said, "I'm afraid Fred has gone for cotton."
    When he returned the third day he humphed, "I suppose Fred is gone for cotton again,?"
    "No," the woman answered solemnly, "Fred died yesterday."
    Suspicious that he was being avoided, the collector decided to wait a week and investigate the cemetery himself. But sure enough, there was poor Fred's tombstone, with this inscription: "Gone, But Not for Cotton. "RIP, Fred.

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