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Dark—Going to the dance tonight, Sam?
Darker—Naw, I ain’t got any razor.
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William Tell O’Toole
Clancy chuckled.
“What’s the joke?” asked Mooney.
“Sure,” replied Clancy, “Casey bet me ten dollars he could shoot a peanut off my head with a shot gun and oi took him up because oi knew he’d miss it.”
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He wouldn’t supporter, so she stole his suspenders.