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			An angry wife met her husband at the door. There was alcohol on his breath, a chewed cigar hanging from his mouth and lipstick on his collar. “I assume,” she snarled, “that there is a very good reason for you to come waltzing in here at six o’clock in the morning?” 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			“There is,” he replied. “Breakfast”. 
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			Haha, classic
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
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