Arithmetic
Two old soldiers meet in a pub. One of them is a bit down and out looking, but the other bloke's dressed real flashy, with a wallet bulding with notes, so he insists on buying all the drinks.
"You must be doing real well," says the other feller.
"Too right," says the rich bloke. "When I come out the army, I got a job in the Middle East with an Arab sheikh. Pays a fortune."
His mate's real impressed with this. "You his bodyguard or something?" he asks.
"No," says the bloke. "Its an educational position. I teach arithmetic."
"Arithmetic? You? You were a PT instructor. What do you know about arithmetic? Sound like you got yourself a right cushy number."
"Look, it's not that easy," the bloke says. "I've got this big blackboard, see, and a long line of 16- year-old virgins and I have to teach 'em arithmetic. They have to reach a real high standards before they qualify."
"What do they have to do to qualify?"
"Well, the girl has to grip a stick of chalk in her bum and when she can write on the blackboard one and seventeen thirty-secondths plus three and twenty-nine sixty-fourths equals four and sixty-three sixty-fourths, she qualifies for the sheikh's harem."

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