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| Well, today zombie Ed McMahon tried to entice me to open the front door by saying I won the publishers clearing house, only when I looked out the peep-hole, he wasn't holding a giant check. | |
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| When I pointed out he didn't have the check, he looked embarassed. Now he's just walking around outside muttering "heeeeere's Johnny." | |
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| What a coincidence, I named my sawed-off "Johnny." It's time for a reunion. | |
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