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Wooden Leg
Harry was sensitive about his wooden leg and afraid no woman would
have him. He was delighted when he found a young woman who accepted
his proposal of marriage. He couldn't bring himself to tell his
fiancée about his leg when he slipped the ring on her finger, nor when
she bought the dress, nor when they picked the time and place. All he
kept saying was, "Darling, I've got a big surprise for you," at which
she blushed and smiled bewitchingly.
The wedding night came and went, and the young couple was at last
alone in their hotel room. "Now don't forget, Harry, you promised me a
big surprise," said the bride.
Unable to say a word, Harry turned out the lights, unstrapped his
wooden leg, slipped into bed, and placed his wife's hand on the stump.
"Hmmmmm," she said softly, "that is a surprise. But pass me the
Vaseline and I'll see what I can do!"
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