I SAID, “I’M A PRIVATE…WHATEVER!”

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I met a woman at a bar. Sandy asked me what I did for a living. I replied, “I’m a private err…whatever.” She gave me a kooky look. “What’s a private whatever?” I said a couldn’t talk about it. Naturally Sandy was intrigued. “Is it dangerous,” she asked. I replied it could be. “Why only last week I walked into a lamppost!” We didn’t go to bed!

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