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| Oh, hello... I didn't see you there. Let me tell you a little story about a guy I knew named Jack Schitz. | |
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| Every day I'd see Jack, and every day he'd say "Abe, I wanna change my name." And I'd say, "What for, Jack? It's a great name!" | |
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| And he'd say, "Nah... it just doesn't sound right... it's virtually obscene!" | |
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| Then one day at the bar, he came up to me and said "Abe, I finally did it! After all these years, I finally changed my name!" | |
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| And I said, "Great! What'd ya change it to?" | |
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