There's a banging on old Joe's country shack in the middle of the night. He gets up, rubs his eyes, opens the door: It is the Grim Reaper grinning and pointing at him.
"You come with me!"
"Oh," old Joe says, "am I glad to see you. I thought it was the IRS."
Monday, February 9, 2009
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