The oil field filosopher reports the following:
My father got rich selling tickets at the moving picture show. When a man
came up to buy a ticket he would throw down a two dollar bill or a five.
Father would blow his breath in his face and say, “How many?” The man
would say, “Oh, never mind, keep the change.”
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Just because you’re a ham, you needn’t think you’re Swift. That’s all the
jokes I know, but there Armour.
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