A man was sitting in a cafeteria next to a blonde woman who was engrossed in her newspaper. The bold headline read "12 Brazilian Soldiers Killed". She shook her head at the sad news. Then she turned to the man and asked, "How many is a Brazilian?"
I love the sound of the rain on a tinroof on a hot summer night.
I like to cook but hate doing the dishes.
I love beer. I'll fight you for a Shiner Bock.
I'm not as good as I once was.
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