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From: ktw@whuxi.UUCP (WOLMAN)
Newsgroups: net.jokes
Subject: Offensive To Norse Gods in Atlantic City
Message-ID: <171@whuxi.UUCP>
Date: Mon, 10-Dec-84 12:40:32 EST
Article-I.D.: whuxi.171
Posted: Mon Dec 10 12:40:32 1984
Date-Received: Tue, 11-Dec-84 03:57:59 EST
Organization: Bell Labs, Whippany, N.J.
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A Norse god decides to assume human form, come down from
Valhalla, and check out the local action.  He finds himself
in the piano bar of Caesar's Boardwalk Regency in Atlantic
City, and sits down to sip an Acquavit or two.

After a few minutes, an extremely attractive young woman,
having been taken with his form and features, sends a drink
down to him, then joins him.  The chemistry between them is
immediate and total.  They have the next drink in her room, and
spend the night repeatedly making passionate love.  The woman
has no idea of her partner's true identity; all she knows is he's
driving her mad.

In the morning, the Norse god jumps into the shower.  He is
suddenly overcome with an urgent need to disclose his true
identity.  Without even bothering to wrap himself in a towel,
he leaps from the shower into the room, where the woman is
still in bed, exhausted.

"I'M THOR!" he cries.

The woman looks at him.

"YOU'RE Thor?" she says. "My inthides feel like grated cheeth!"


Disrepectfully submitted,
Ken Wolman
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