A Blonde calls her boyfriend and says

A Blonde calls her boyfriend and says, “Please come over here and help me. have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can’t figure out how to get started.” Her boyfriend asks, “What is it supposed to be when it’s finished?” The blonde says, “According to the picture on the box, it’s a rooster.”Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle.go over and help with the puzzle. She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks tid ays, Fist of all,to her and says,

no matter what we do, we’re not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster.”He then takes her hand and says, “Secondly, I want you to relax. Let’s have a nice cup of tea, and then….. he said with a deepsigh””Let’s put all these Corn Flakes back in the box.

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