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Three old ladies were sitting on a park bench talking amongst themselves when a flasher came by.
The flasher stood right in front of them and opened his trench coat.
The first old lady had a stroke.
Then the second old lady had a stroke.
But the third old lady . . . she couldn't reach that far.
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Wednesday, January 13, 2016
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