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A man about your perceived age and easily as handsome as you are beautiful,
strolls over to you and greets you with a cheerful "Top o' the morning,
handsome!"
"What year is it?" you blurt out, taken completely off guard.
He stares at you and
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bursts into raucous laughter.
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giggles like a schoolgirl.
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groans, "Oh no, not another madwoman!"
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smiles as he replies, "Why, it's the most glorious year, the one when I met the love of my life!"
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asks, "Is that a trick question?"
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asks, "Why do you want to know?"
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asks, "Who wants to know?"
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snaps, "What, do I look like a calendar?"
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makes a sad clunking sound as green smoke starts pouring from his ears.
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politely informs you that nobody steps on a church in his town.
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