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Three college roommates — two females and a male…

Three college roommates — two females and a male — beganto argue after dinner about whose turn it was to do the dishes.“All right,“ one of the girls said, „the first one to speak has todo them.“The trio retired to the living room to watch TV. When theirneighbor, a school football star, came by, the three remainedsilent. The visitor shrugged and led one of the girls into herbedroom.Forty-five minutes later, the young man emerged andapproached the second girl. Through sign language, theyagreed to adjourn to her bedroom.When he came out, he began to fix himself a cup of tea butburned his fingers on the stove.“Hey, where’s some petroleum jelly?“ he hollered from thekitchen.“Oh, hell!“ the male roommate said, jumping up. „I’ll do thedishes.“

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