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It's for my mother-in-law," explained the mourner at the
funeral procession. Tightening the leash, he gestured down
at the dog and said, "My Doberman here killed her."
"Gee...That's terrible," commiserated the spectator. "But...
Hmmmm... Is there anyway you might lend me your dog for a
day or so?"
The bereaved son-in-law pointed his thumb over his shoulder
and answered, "Get in line." |
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