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From:chris.germany@enron.com
To:molly.johnson@enron.com
Subject:A Little Humor
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Date:Fri, 12 May 2000 06:20:00 -0700 (PDT)

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< <There's an old couple, both in their 80's, on a
< <sentimental holiday back to the place where they first
< <met. They're sitting in a pub when he says to her
< <"Do you remember the first time we had sex together,
< <over fifty years ago? We went behind the bar. You
< <leaned against the fence and I made love to you from
< <behind."
< <
< < "Yes, she say, "I remember it well."
< <
< <"OK," he says, "How about taking a stroll round there
< <again and we can do it for old times sake?"
< <
< <"Ooh Henry, you devil, that sounds like a good idea",
< <she answers.
< <
< <There's a man sitting at the next table listening to
< <all this, having a chuckle to himself. He thinks,
< <"I've got to see this, two old timers having sex
< <against a fence. So he follows them.
< <
< <They walk haltingly along, leaning on each other for
< <support, aided by walking sticks. Finally they get to
< <the back of the bar and make their way to the fence.
< <The old lady lifts her skirt, takes her knickers down
< <and the old man drops his trousers. She turns around
< <and as she hangs on to the fence, the old man moves
< <in. Suddenly they erupt into the most furious sex the
< <watching man has ever seen. They are bucking and
< <jumping like eighteen-year-olds. This goes on for
< <about forty minutes.
< <
< <She's yelling "Ohhh God!" He's hanging on to her hips
< <for dear life. This is the most athletic sex
< <imaginable. Finally, they both collapse panting on
< <the ground. The guy watching is amazed. He thinks he
< <has learned something about life that he didn't know.
< <
< <After about half an hour of lying on the ground
< <recovering, the old couple struggle to their feet and
< <put their clothes back on. The guy, still watching
< <thinks, 'That is amazing, he was going like a train.
< <I've got to ask him what his secret is.'
< <
< <As the couple pass, the guy says to them, "That was
< <something else, you must have been shagging for about
< <forty minutes. How do you manage it? Is there some
< <sort of secret?"
< <
< <"No, there's no secret", the old man says, "except
< <fifty years ago that fucking fence wasn't electric."
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