What’s YOUR Name?
George, spotting a nice-looking gal in a bar, goes up and starts small talk. Since she didn’t back off, he asked her name. “Carmen,” she replied. “That’s a nice name,” he said, warming up the conversation. “Who named you, your mother?” “No, I named myself,” she answered. “Oh, that’s interesting. Why Carmen?” “Because I like cars, and I like men,” she said, looking directly into his eyes. “What’s YOUR name?” “Beerf**k,” said George.


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