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February 2014: At Wit's End

Fightin’ words
A drunk stumbles into a biker bar and orders a drink. He sees three men sitting at a corner table, so he staggers over and looks the biggest, meanest biker in the face and says, “I was at your grandma’s house today, and man, she is one fine-looking woman!”

The biker doesn’t say a word. His buddies are confused, because he’s one bad biker and would fight at the drop of a hat. So the drunk leans over again and says, “I made out with your grandma and she’s the best kisser I ever met.” The biker’s buddies are starting to get mad... Login to read more
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