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A mortician and his assistant are putting the finishing touches on a local beauty that had passed on. The assistant says, "Even dead, she's the most beautiful woman in town. The mortician says, "You might be right, but she has a clit like a pickle." "What do you mean?" asks the assistant. "Is it large and bumpy?" "Naw." replies the mortician, "It's sour." |