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Out for a run one fine spring morning in Central Park, Bob the Jogger spotted a brand new tennis ball. Seeing no one around, he stooped over, picked it up and slipped it into the pocket of his shorts.

After finishing his run around the reservoir, he headed back to his apartment, pausing only momentarily at Central Park West to wait for the light to change.

An attractive blond standing next to him eyed the large bulge in his shorts.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Tennis ball," came the breathless reply.

"Oh, my goodness," said the blond sympathetically, "I can only imagine how painful that must be... I once had tennis elbow."
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