One morning, Tyrone asked his work buddy Fred, "Man, why you always so damn happy when you come to work every day?
Fred replied, "That's because I make love to my wife every morning before work.
"Amazed, Tyrone asked him, "How do you get your wife to make love to you every morning?"
"That's easy," Fred said. "I just tell her this little poem that I made up. She loves it! It goes like this:
"Blond hair, blond hair, eyes so blue... I love waking up and making love to you!"
Tyrone was amazed, "Man, you white guys are too sentimental but I'm going to give it a try". So he spent the rest of the day thinking up a poem for his wife.
The next day, Tyrone showed up to work just all beat to hell ...bruised eyes, broken nose, fat lip, the works.
Fred asked, "Man, what happened to you?"
Tyrone said, "I don't know, man. I went home and tried your idea that's all. I just told her a poem...."
Fred asked, "Well, what poem did you tell her?"
Tyrone told him, "Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog...If I could roll yo fat ass over, I'd hump you like a dog".
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