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If the ocean was beer and I was a duck,
I’d dive to the bottom and never come up.
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Negro Woman to Drug Clerk: “Misto drug clerk, do you all exchange things here?”
Drug Clerk: “Why, yes madam, we do.”
Negro Woman: “Well I was jist wonderin’ if yo’ would take back this here good fer nuffin rubber thing an’ give me a bottle of Mellen’s food instead.”
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A girl’s heart is like her vanity bag—overflowing with tender little souvenirs of love; a man’s is like his pipe—carefully emptied after each “flame” has gone out.