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Yeah, there's nothing like digging in your garden and finding someone's femur.
Mom- Oh look, honey, a femur bone. Must be a skeleton in the garden. Maybe that's why little Billy can't sleep at night. Must be a ghost in the house.
Dad- (takes pipe from out of his mouth)- That or maybe it's that Witch across the street who keeps giving me a dirty look every time mix cans with plastic bottles and cardboard with news paper.
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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