Ashes to ashes, sand to sand; please show me a butcher that won’t weigh
his hand.
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_I know a man who refuses to shave until he gets a drink of good liquor.
He is now tripping on his beard._
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Were you ever at sea?
No, madam, I came over from Ireland in a wagon.
How could you cross the ocean in a wagon?
Why, my good woman, I rowed over.
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