From my email inbox:
After a Southern man moved from Atlanta to a New Jersey suburb, a
fellow passenger on a train asked how he liked it in the country.
“It was difficult at first,” the man replied, “but it’s a lot better since I
got myself a paramour.”
The passenger was astonished. “A paramour?” he said. “Does your wife
know?”
“Sure”, said the Southerner. “She doesn’t care how I cut the grass.”
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Paramour: an illicit lover
A Pondering Mind 
8 responses to “Paramour”
Omg I love how you put the definition at the bottom for people like me that don’t get jokes! I will get it later Im sure! Lol
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I’m sure you will get it.
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🙂 I did thanks for the hint!
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You’re welcome…
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Too funny!:-)
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Glad you got a good laugh…
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Ha!
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🙂
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