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A man took his wife to a Broadway show. During the first act intermission,
he had to urinate in the worst way. Hurrying to the back of the theater,
he searched in vain for the men's room.

When, at last he came upon a fountain surrounded by pretty foliage, he
realized that he had wandered backstage. Noting that no one was around,
in pain and desperation, he unzipped his pants and peed into the fountain.

He had difficulty finding his way back to the auditorium, and, by the time
he sat down next to his wife, the curtain was up and the actors were moving
about on the stage.

"Did I miss much of he second act?" he whispered to his wife.

"Miss it?" she said, "You were in it."
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