Flasher
There were three little old ladies sitting on a park bench having a quiet conversation when a flasher approached from across the park. The flasher came up to the ladies, stood right in front of them and opened his trench coat. The first lady immediately had a stroke. Then the second lady also had a stroke. But the third lady, being older and more feeble, couldn't reach that far. |
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