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Doctor, I feel like a pack of cards.
I'll deal with you later.
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What do you get if you cross a chicken with a cement mixer?
A brick layer!
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Another "winner" of the Bulwar-Lytton bad writing Contest:
The time tunnel was closing rapidly as Betsy Mae frantically dragged her toaster through the opening; morning in the twenty-third century would be a nightmare without Pop Tarts.
Carol Babst, San Jose, CA
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