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Gallery Of Ladies Demonstrating How Joyful Roman C...

Sad dead nun ghost on TV!

Sad lady named Robinne with a spiky necklace!

Sad kid called Charité in front of a bunch of burning sacred hearts!

Sad lady in a veil with a bunch of sad-looking kids running away from something sad!

Sad French lady with a crucifix and something in French I can’t properly translate, which is sad!

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Taxi! Taxidermy?

We thought they were crazy until Winslow and Edna sent us a picture postcard. They had made it, those crazy kids…on a taxidermied elk and donkey, no less – nothing a little believin’ power and a deft hand with the sewin’ needle couldn’t prove.

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Triple Down.

The Drummond men were notoriously the strong, silent types.

When Grandpa Drummond broke his foot falling off his horse, Muffin, he got up, walked twelve miles, and wrapped up the swollen member in torn rags from the shed. He was up and at ‘em in two days.

When Pa Drummond had a massive head wound following a wayward shotgun shell, he summoned up the energy to walk twenty miles to Doc Finnegan’s and slur out what had happened. He was back to work within the week.

But Melvin Drummond had trumped them all, by not mentioning a word about his self-induced sex change operation with some rubbing alcohol and a pair of hedgeclippers.

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Disappointment.

Ralph had HAD it at LAST.
Months and months of shopping his new Denzel-inspired comedy – something that was sort of a cross between “The Jeffersons” and “Robocop”, with a little “Annie Hall” thrown in for good measure – well, it was going nowhere among the executives and he was tired of rejection slips.
PLUNK went the unappreciated script into the garbage. It didn’t matter anymore. The world would never know of Ralph’s Shakespearean mastery of Ebonics, except a hungry pigeon looking for a pizza crust.

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Hunch

Loretta might have had rickets, but she sure knew how to put together a small but ample supply of aperitifs.

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Untold Secrets.

(Between you and me, they preferred “whalebone” for their safe word.)