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Who is never hungry on Christmas Day?
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
What do you call a line of men waiting to get haircuts?
Did you hear about the Giant that threw up?
Why are mountains funny?
My days are numbered. What am I?