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Old Mr Levy knocked at the door of the sperm bank. A nurse came to the door. "Well, Sir? What can I do for you? "Well, I'd like to make a contribution...
"Aren't you a bit old, Sir?" asked the nurse. "Not at all," protested Mr Levy, beating his chest. "I may be 80 years old but I'm as fit as a fiddle." So the nurse let him in, gave him a covered jar and told him to go behind a curtained-off closet to make a deposit. An hour passed, then two hours. Eventually the doctor came by. "Well nurse, how did old Mr Levy do ?" "Goodness me, I've forgotten all about him." She stood outside Mr Levy's closet and said, "Well Mr Levy, how are you doing?" "Not so well," confessed the old man. "I've tried with my left hand - nothing! I've tried with my right hand - nothing! I've tried with both hands¬but I still can't get the top off the jar!"
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