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- Subject: little girl
- From: j*@adc.com
- Date: Tue, 07 Oct 97 15:10:51 -0600
A sweet little girl runs out to the backyard where her father is
working, and asks him "Daddy, what's sex?" So, her father sits her
down, and tells her all about the birds and the bees.
He tells her about conception, sexual intercourse, sperms and eggs
etc... He tells her about puberty, menstruation, men and women and
love... He thinks, what the hell, and tells her the works, thinking
that to tell it all is the only way to tell truth.
The girl is somewhat awe struck with this sudden influx of bizarre new
knowledge, and her father finally asks, "So what why did you wish to
know about sex?"
"Oh, mummy said lunch would be ready in a couple of secs..."
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