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7 comments:
Would you call that a happy ending?
Wow! Hope he went happy!
Can you imagine the wake? "Well, he died..."
different kind of stiff
"The manager...said that the man...was getting lap dances, but when it came time to pay the dancers, he was unresponsive."
Dayum son! That must be the most epic runner in history.
Also Grumpykins, I stole your post. Credited you though. Hope you don't mind.
but when it came time to pay the dancers, he was unresponsive."
Ah , he ran the Secret Service gambit to the very end.
Now someone's going to have to register some hips as lethal weapons.
That wouldn't fly in a doctor's office!
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