My Old Girl and My Old Condom

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For years I carried a condom in my wallet.

Then, when I finally needed it, I opened it up, and it looked like a bunch of shredded rubber bands. 

Then I met this woman.  We dated, and she was always asking me for money.  Twice I caught her getting in my wallet.  She was cold-hearted and never wanted sex. 

That’s when it occurred to me that this women was just like my old condom.  

Always in my wallet, never on my wiener.

 

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