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Arthritis

A drunk that smelled like a brewery got on a bus one day.
He sat down next to a priest.
The drunk’s shirt was stained, his face was full of bright red lipstick and he had a half-empty bottle of wine sticking out of his pocket. He opened his newspaper and started reading. A couple minutes…

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