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JOKE - Man Wanted



Mary had her fill with the men she had in her life and had just broken up with her latest beau. Determined to finally 'Meet The One', she places an advert in the local paper's lonely hearts classified. 

It said, "Wanted- A man who will not hit me, not leave me but has to be an extremely wonderful lover."

Many weeks pass and not one answer to her ad... until there's a knock at the door. Mary goes to answer the door and opens it to see a man in a wheelchair with no arms or legs.

"I'm here about the ad," he said.

"How do I know you won't hit me?" says Mary.

"Well I have no arms so I cannot hit you even if I wanted to," he replied.

"How do I know you won't leave me?" says Mary.

"Well I have no legs so I cannot leave you even if I wanted to," he replied.

"How do I know that you're an extremely wonderful lover?" says Mary.

"Well," begins the man, "What the fuck did you think I knocked on the door with?"

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