Friday night chez Jon
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Me: knock knock
The boy: “yes?”
Me: “do you want the bad news, or the bad news?”
The boy: “the bad news”
Me: “I was afraid you’d say that. Well here goes…. Your mother is a hamster”
The boy: “and the bad news?”
Me: “I smell of elderberries.”
The boy: “any real news?”
Me: “just that I’m going to bed”
The boy: “good night”.
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I presume at this point you farted in his general direction
