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You’re kidding, right?

Welcome back!

The obnoxious neighbor just pulled one for the record books.

He caught me out front this morning and decided that meant I wanted to be sociable. Actually, it meant that I wanted to put a letter in the mailbox.

While he was standing there chewing my ear, our dog came out of the garage.

Brainiac looked at her and said she needed little, doggie-sized orovo diet pills. I looked at him coldly and said, “she just had puppies”.

That actually shut him up.

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