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Doing A Sperm Count

There was this old man at the family clinic, he was handed a container....
His doctor wanted to check on his sperm count number....
He was to return the next day after having done what was necessary....
But all he did return the next day was the container, fresh and clean and totally empty...
To explain why, the old man started to astound the doctor...
Explaining how nothing happened even with the involvement of their lady neighbour...

If you're usually quick on the take....
And allows your  imagination to run ahead...
You'll be like the doctor in this little incident....
Shocked to the bones that this old couple even involved the next door neighbour...
Hohoho.....
Imagine the desperation of this old couple...
Busy wrestling with the container to get it opened...
Using the right hand grasp, then the left hand...
Had in between the knees tightly grasped as in the hands... 
The old lady, with and without her teeth, tried her best....
As luck would have, her best efforts were not good enough...
Hohoho...
Arlene their friendly neighbour next door....
She was invited for a go, even between her knees she tried....
It was all for nothing, the container just could not be opened...

O my God, what were you  thinking actually was happening....?
OMG.... What a dirty mind you are having, doctor!!!!!

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