This reminds me of one of my sons who always had a heart warming literal approach to life. He came crying when he was about three because "I hurt myself".
Naturally we asked where
"In the bedroom." He replied, pointing in that direction...
I met a young lady in a pub. She said she'd love to invite me back to hers but she was on her menstrual cycle. "That's OK," I said, "I've got my Raleigh outside."
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