Nymphomaniac Convention
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> A man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he settled in, he glanced > up
> and saw the most beautiful woman boarding the plane.
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> He soon realized she was heading straight towards his seat ... As fate > would
> have it, she took the seat right beside his.
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> Eager to strike up a conversation he blurted out, " Business trip or
> pleasure?"
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> She turned, smiled and said, "" Business. I'm going to the Annual Nympho-
> maniacs of America Convention in Boston ."
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> He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen > sitting
> next to him, and she was going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs.
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> Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, "What's your > business
> role at this convention?"
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> " Lecturer," she responded. " I use information that I have learned > from
> my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular myths about
> sexuality."
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> " Really?" he said. " And what kind of myths are there?"
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> " Well," she explained, " one popular myth is that African-American > men
> are the most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the Native > American
> Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is
> that Frenchmen are the best lovers, when actually it is men of Jewish
> descent who are the best. I have also discovered that the lover with
> absolutely the best stamina is the Southern Redneck."
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> Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed. " I'm > sorry,"
> she said, " I shouldn't really be discussing all of this with you. I > don't
> even know your name..."
>
> " Tonto," the man said, " Tonto Goldstein, but my friends call me > Bubba."
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