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[Found here.]

[Teen finds vape pen, rubs it.]
Genie: *poof*
Brayden: “Holy crap! A freakin Genie?!”
Genie: “I shall grant you one wish.”
Brayden: “I want a lot of money.”
Genie: “Rephrase that into a wish.”
Brayden: “I wish I had a lot of bread.”
Genie: “Heh. Done.” *poof*
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“Oh hi! Um, nice to see you here. I’d like to stay and talk and all, er, well, ah, please excuse me, but I’ve got some urgent business to attend to…”
[Found here.]
Somebody finally invented a way to make drinking beer more fun than it already is. Unfortunately, the inventor didn’t think it through.
I can only imagine the disgusting mayhem that would ensue in the men’s room of Rosie’s Roadside Tavern around 11pm on a Saturday night. Forget writing your name in the snow in the parking lot. Every guy in the place would quickly discover his inner artistic talent, and then there would be a competition.
As for the women’s room artistry, I suppose we’re getting into the realm of “Jackson Pollock,” and we’ll leave it at that.
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