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So I see a lady today . . . .
and she has a monkey on her head. A mangy flea bag organ grinding monkey picking at her head and putting whatever he finds in his ugly little maw. I ask," What , don't like dogs ? " She says " Why he's cute. " I ask " How old do the little bastards live ? " She says "35 yrs "
I say " At least you won't get ticks and head lice. "
It was way too early to start drinking.
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