I never liked that cat. He was too
clawing. Ha Ha. Bet you never expected me to open with that bad a
joke. What can I say? No really, what can I say? My head is blank.
(Sound effect of rimshot.) Take my strife...please! Sometimes I get
like this, only able to communicate in variations of bad old jokes.
Maybe I'm channeling Benny Hill. Maybe I asked too many people how
many cars he owned. The answer is zero. Maybe I'm just a hack at
heart. Sounds like a Valentine's day axe murderer. Tip your waitress.
I'm here all week.
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