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Friday, January 14, 2011

Three Short Ones

I was at a bar last night and a gorgeous girl looked at me and said, "Hey, you must work out!"

"Thanks!" I replied.

"No, I mean you really need to work out, you fat bastard."

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Apparently, people with Alzheimer’s repeat the first word of their sentence again at the end, apparently.


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My girlfriend has just left me saying I spend too much time devoted to my studies of Roman Numerals...

I’m L I V I D

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