June 15, 2007

• Humour

  Daddy,
  how was I  born?
                 
    
      A little boy
  goes to his father and asks “Daddy, how was I born?”  
       The father
  answers: “Well son, I guess one  day you will need to find out anyway!  Your Mom
  and I first got  together in a chat room on Yahoo.  Then I set up a date via
  e-mail  with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe.  We sneaked into a  secluded
  room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard  drive.  As soon as I
  was ready to upload, we discovered that  neither one of us had used a firewall,
  and since it was too late to hit  the delete button, nine months later a little
  Pop-Up appeared that  said:
  

   

   
  

  
  

   
       
  ‘You got Male!’”
  

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