A songwriter sitting at a bar tried explaining to the woman next to him why he’d given up dating.
“Did both sisters know you were dating the other one?” the woman asked.
The songwriter nodded. “At first, they both said: ‘cool, date all.'”
“Then?”
“Then it wasn’t. So I said I was leaving. Tina cried when I left, and so did her sister, Marge. I told them, ‘Don’t cry for me, Marge and Tina.'”
The woman poured her drink on the songwriter and she left.
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