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The password is ...

We were playing Password with Carl and Sharon one night.  Carl was getting really pissed because Sharon wasn’t taking the game seriously and Carl hated to lose.  Sharon thought it was funny, and “it’s just a game,” but when she noticed that Carl had completely lost his sense of humor, she decided to knuckle down and win a round.

 The password was “fence.”  Carl could barely contain himself, believing he had the perfect clue.  It was his turn to go first.  He was sure he was going to get all ten points this round.  With an air of confidence and a tone of arrogance, he looked Sharon in the eye and announced “picket.”

With a straight face and equally confident, Sharon proudly replied “nose."

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Posted on 12 Jul 2008 by TAL
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