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📘 📀 🚗 👔 🥒 💛 👹 👑 🔋 🐳 🐟 🐛 🌋 👃 ⚡ 🚘
A couple more shots of whiskey, women 'round here start looking good.
[something about a 10 being a 4 after a six-pack? Ed.]
The father, passing through his son's college town late one evening on a
business trip, thought he would pay his boy a suprise visit. Arriving at the
lad's fraternity house, dad rapped loudly on the door. After several minutes
of knocking, a sleepy voice drifted down from a second-floor window,
"Whaddaya want?"
"Does Ramsey Duncan live here?" asked the father.
"Yeah," replied the voice. "Dump him on the front porch."
💃 ⛳ 🚕 👔 🎄 📕 🥗 🥞 🌸 📘 👽 🕺 🐠 📀 🌳 🍧