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| Hey, I got a joke for you. What do you get when you cross crippling alcoholism with walking in on your wife fucking the mailman? | |
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| Aw, shucks, hell if I know! What do you get. | |
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| Oh, and a lot of crying. I forgot, but then I found all these tear stains on my clothes. You know, because of all that crying. | |
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