The Grim Reaper was walking around for business purposes when he saw a queue in which curious people were lining up. He joined too, outran in his sprint by a hag. What do they give you here? The philosopher geezer from the park with the table box under his arm: What do they give? You shall give in order to receive. The hag: They are giving us the Apocalypse rations, my dear. Jesus is coming. …
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