A flea was sitting on a bar stool, sipping vodka on the rocks, shivering and sneezing.
Another flea felt sorry for her and asked what happened.
"Don't mention it. I sat myself on a half full glass of whisky that someone had left on the bar table in next village and took some sips.
Made me feel sleepy so l nodded off and next thing l knew was I woke up on the mustache of a biker going at 80 miles in the cold. I almost froze.
Luckily he was heading here and I managed to jump off at the bar".
"Oh, dear me" the other flea said. "You have to get warm again. Find yourself a nice, woman's crotch. It's warm and nice and maybe a little damp, if you're lucky. Look at the pretty, brunette on the next stool. I'm sure you will feel much better there"
"Thanks for your good advice" the first flea said. "I will certainly try.
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The next evening the second flea goes to the bar again and who is the first thing she sees if not the sneezing flea and in a far worse state than the evening before.
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"What the heck happened?" she said. " Didn't you do as l advised and go for the brunette? "
"I sure did" coughed the first flea "I went for her crotch and believe me, it was wonderful. It was warm and damp and felt so good that I dozed off.
,......
"So.... how come you're still so sick?"
.......
"Because the next thing I knew was that I woke up again on the mustache of the same biker going 80 miles in the cold."