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One day Frankie Dell was talking to Billy-Bob Gautama.  He said, “Goat, how old are you?”  “I’m forty-seven,” said Billy-Bob.  “Now, that can’t be right,” said Frankie.  “Last time I asked you, you said you were forty-seven, and that must have been at least two years ago.”  Billy-Bob shrugged and said, “You think I’d change [...]

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