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Here's another story that might be true Or at least that's what I've been told Don't tell my wife I told you this Or I just won't live to grow old It happened about twenty-nine years ago Well, give or take a day Now listen close to this story I'll tell For it happened just this way I met this girl back in nineteen-eighty She was as fine as she could be Well, I just couldn't stop checking her out And she was looking back at me I asked her for a date, and she said, "Sure" So I took her to the picture show We were sitting pretty close, while sharing a coke When they turned those lights down low In the pitch black dark my ears begin to ring I heard a whistle that was loud and clear So I told my date that I'll be right back As my finger finally found my ear I crammed that thing in knuckles deep When I noticed that the whistle was gone 'Til I sit back down and the whistle came back And that's when I started to yawn So that's when it hit me like a ton of bricks "This chicks got a hearing aid" 'Cause everytime that I'd lean away That whistle would start to fade Well, I thought I should be a gentleman So that's when I started to (YELL) I scared the girl nearly half to death And out of the seat she fell She said, "What's wrong with you, are you crazy? I said, "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULDN'T HEAR" She said, "Please stop screaming at the top of your voice, Can't you see that I'm standing right here?" Well, that's how it happened when I met my wife And that's how this story goes She had a real bad cold that night we met And the whistle was coming from her nose
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Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 11:45 PM UTC
Whistler's Husband
Here's another story that might be true Or at least that's what I've been told Don't tell my wife I told you this Or I just won't live to grow old It happened about twenty-nine years ago Well, give or take a day Now listen close to this story I'll tell For it happened just this way I met this girl back in nineteen-eighty She was as fine as she could be Well, I just couldn't stop checking her out And she was looking back at me I asked her for a date, and she said, "Sure" So I took her to the picture show We were sitting pretty close, while sharing a coke When they turned those lights down low In the pitch black dark my ears begin to ring I heard a whistle that was loud and clear So I told my date that I'll be right back As my finger finally found my ear I crammed that thing in knuckles deep When I noticed that the whistle was gone 'Til I sit back down and the whistle came back And that's when I started to yawn So that's when it hit me like a ton of bricks "This chicks got a hearing aid" 'Cause everytime that I'd lean away That whistle would start to fade Well, I thought I should be a gentleman So that's when I started to (YELL) I scared the girl nearly half to death And out of the seat she fell She said, "What's wrong with you, are you crazy? I said, "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULDN'T HEAR" She said, "Please stop screaming at the top of your voice, Can't you see that I'm standing right here?" Well, that's how it happened when I met my wife And that's how this story goes She had a real bad cold that night we met And the whistle was coming from her nose
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Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 11:45 PM UTC
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