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ㅤ* At every party there are two kinds of people: those who want to go home and those who don’t. The trouble is, they are usually married to each other.
ㅤ* No wonder newborn babies cry. They've got nothing to eat, no clothes and they already owe the government money.
ㅤ* A three-legged dog walks into a saloon in the Old West. He slides up to the bar and announces: "I'm looking for the man who shot my paw."
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Yuck yuck yuck...