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A funny thing happened to me at the funeral… (Or): I really need to stop blurting out the first thing that pops into my crack squirrel-infested head… (or): the poorly-hung urinal…

I was at a funeral yesterday. It was not a depressing one… she was 99 years old. She was an old friend of the family, and led a crazy cool life. I had to stop and use the facilities in … Continue reading

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