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Thursday, September 30, 2010

Why I'll live forever

I stumbled upon a corked bottle as I was fishing along Rapid Creek yesterday. I rubbed it and a Genie appeared offering up a single wish.

"I want to live forever," I said.

"Sorry," said the Genie. "We don't grant such requests."

"Okay," says I. "I want to die after the last Democrat pulls his head from his ass."

"Clever bastard," says the Genie....

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