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It's personal, or is it?

 I hate talking about my personal life, especially to comparative strangers.  A group of us were having lunch yesterday when one of us suddenly demanded that the 2 women present tell him everything about ourselves.  Why are you on your own?  Were you married?  Why aren't you married now?  It continued in this vain while we ignored him.  This appeared to annoy him as he turned to me and demanded to know what I knew about him.  'I know you are Dutch and that you have a granddaughter,' I replied.  He had just shown us a photo of her.    'What don't you know about my personal life?' he asked.  I sighed, 'I don't need to know anything about you and frankly I am not interested in knowing more about your personal life, unless you have lived somewhere interesting or had an interesting job.  Your opinion  on world affairs would make conversation, or a good  book you have read or almost anything apart from your marital status, which is what you seem to think is one's personal life.'  'I think you have just been put in your place,' the Frenchman said and we continued to talk about train travel around the world.

 I am going to stop making bets with my grandson.  If he loses he has to eat and if I lose I have to eat a piece of chocolate, but I always lose.

I think whoever loses the race to be the next Prime Minister will have the last laugh.  Are we finally going to see Trump taken out in handcuffs?  I wouldn't hold your breath.

Why don't people tell you when you go out wearing your shirt inside out?

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